Tell me what this is, Elliot.
That looks like a big hunk of gold.
Uh-huh.
That's not gonna cut it.
Try again.
(GROANING)
Hey!
Hey!
Get your hands off me!
You behave yourself now, Elliot.
Because of me, you're sitting there all cozy and not lying in a pine box.
Not walking the desert, trying to get your femur back from a coyote.
You cops are all the same.
Always obsessing about how you bit it.
How was your funeral, newbie?
Did you cry when they gave your wife that nice folded-up flag?
(LAUGHS)
Hey.
That's fun, right?
I think we both know there's no Red Sox on the other side, so why don't you cooperate?
I apologize for my poor attitude.
May I take a closer look, sir?
You may.
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