Natalie: Vanilla fudge, my favorite.
Lieutenant Disher: Yeah, I know. I got it from your freezer.
Natalie: Randy, I need to ask you a favor.
Lieutenant Disher: The answer is yes.
Natalie: I need a gun.
Lieutenant Disher: The answer is no.
Natalie: I know how to use it. When we lived on the base, Mitch took me to the firing range all the time.
Lieutenant Disher: So apply for a permit.
Natalie: No, I cannot wait two weeks. I need something now. I need something in my hand. I just feel so helpless sitting here waiting.
Lieutenant Disher: Well, she's gonna be okay. I mean, I'm right here, so... [drips ice cream over tie] Nothing's gonna happen. [licks tie]