Robert: Sit down, Raymond. Sit down. I wanna talk to you.
Ray: All right. But I have a right to a ginger ale. You know that.
Robert: Just stop it, okay? I'm sorry this is such a slow night for you.
Ray: No, no, no. There was that open door.
Robert: Enough, Raymond. Okay? A slow night for you is a good night for me. Do you understand? You have no idea what this job entails. And your attitude is an insult to me, my partner, and every other cop on the force.
Ray: Oh, Relax, Robert. I'm joking here, that's all.
Robert: Yeah, right. They're just little jokes, right? I'm one big joke to you. My height, my little quirks, the year I had an Afro.
Ray: Now, come on. That was funny.
Robert: It was the style then, man.