Marie: Are you okay, sweetie?
Ray: Yes, I'm okay because Robert...
Marie: [hits Robert with the paper] How could you do that to your brother? He could've been killed.
Ray: Ma, you don't understand...
Marie: Be quiet. What business do you have getting involved in something like that with your brother there? He's gentle!
Robert: Police business, Mom. My job?
Marie: Oh, stop with the excuses. No more tag-arounds.
Robert: It's a "ride-along," Ma. Okay? You don't have to worry anymore 'cause it'll never happen again. Gentle Raymond can stay as far away from me as possible.