Sally: Don, what happens to people? Are they born bad, or one day do their minds just snap?
Don: If only we knew, Sally. One minute, little Johnny Normal is on his paper route. The next minute, there's a pile of dead bank guards, and Johnny is using grandma as a human shield.
Sally: So it's true, then? I mean, you just go to bed normal, and you wake up a deranged psychopath?
Don: It happens. Here. Take a look at this creep, Sally. Karl Borskey, wanted for grand theft auto in Dayton, Sandusky, and Greater Wapakoneta, and now believed to be here in Rutherford. I nab this dirtbag, I make detective. This guy's mine, all mine.
Sally: But you still like girls, right, Don?
Don: Damn straight, sugar.