Kramer: I didn't kill anyone, I swear! I swear to God!
Lt. Martel: Don't you ever swear to my God, Kramer. My God is the god who protects the innocent and punishes the evil scum like you. Have you got that?
Kramer: You're making a big mistake.
Lt. Martel: No! You have made the mistake, Kramer. Sickies like you always do. The only difference is that this time you're gonna pay.
Kramer: What?
Lt. Martel: Now, you might beat the gas chamber Kramer, but as long as I have got a breath in my body you will never ever see the light of day again.
Kramer: Whoa, whoa, whoa. You've got the wrong man! It wasn't me!
Lt. Martel: Oh yeah, right. Maybe it was one of your other personalities huh, the wise guy, the little kid, the bellhop, the ball player, maybe the door to door vacuum cleaner salesman, but not you right? No, you wouldn't hurt a fly. You just couldn't help yourself, could you Kramer? You saw life brimming brightly with optimism and verve and you just had to snuff it out.
Kramer: Okay, can I just talk to somebody? Can I just explain...
Lt. Martel: I'm not interested in your explanations, Kramer! Sure, I bet you've got a million of 'em. Maybe your mother didn't love you enough. Maybe the teacher didn't call on you in school when you had your little hand raise. Maybe the pervert in the park had a present in his pants, huh? Well, I've got another theory, Kramer, you're a weed.
Kramer: No...
Lt. Martel: Society is filled with them. They're choking the life out of the all pretty flowers. [Kramer sobs] You see something even remotely pretty and you have to choke the life out if it, don't you Kramer? [Kramer cries] You killed all the pretty flowers, didn't you Kramer? You killed the pretty little flowers, didn't you? You dirty, filthy, stinky weed! Didn't you?
Officer: [answers phone] Lieutenant, it's for you.
Lt. Martel: [takes phone] Martel. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Officer: What it is, Lieutenant?
Lt. Martel: Let him go.
Officer: What, but Lieutenant?
Lt. Martel: You heard me, let him go. They just found another body at the Laurel Canyon. Go on Kramer, get out of my sight.
Kramer: Hey, how did you know about the guy in the park?
Lt. Martel: I said beat it!