Sheriff (on the phone): Family business? That is a wedding or a funeral, or a bar mitzvah. That is not permission to become a vice cop in another jurisdiction. Get back here now.
Brass: Who you been talking to?
Sheriff: Not that it matters. The police chief called me after Judge Peters called him. I hear they do a nice t-bone at Musso's.
Brass: Look, my kid's in trouble, Ben.
Sheriff: Well, if she's not dead, you get your ass back here.