Don: Now, what happened?
Sally: The radio was stolen out of our rambler.
Don: A.M. with those push buttons?
Sally: Yes.
Don: Those sick bastards! Fill out this form.
Sally: Form? Then what happens?
Don: I make a copy of it.
Sally: And then?
Don: Then on Thursday a girl comes in and files it. Paperwork. If I had my way, I'd be out in the streets putting the rats back in their holes.
Sally: Well, Don, if I had a gun like that, I wouldn't be sitting behind a desk until I ran out of bullets.