Mrs. Prendergast:
Mr. Peepers just scratched the shit out of me, and I'm bleeding like a stuck pig.
Prendergast:
Something important's come up.
Mrs. Prendergast:
What am l? Dog vomit? Your wife says she's bleeding to death, and you say something important has come up?, When are you coming home?
Prendergast:
I don't know.
Mrs. Prendergast:
Don't tell me you don't know. I want to know when the hell you're coming home, now!
Prendergast:
Amanda, shut up! Did you hear me? Shut up! I'll get home when I'm finished, not a second before. Is that clear? Is that clear?
Mrs. Prendergast:
You don't have to bite my head off.
Prendergast:
And you have dinner ready and waiting for me, okay? And leave the skin on the chicken. All right?
Mrs. Prendergast:
Goodbye
Prendergast:
[to Detective Torres]
Shit, let's go!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 12:03