Writer(s): John Meredyth Lucas , Michael Sloan
TRENCH: Orwell!!!... Come in, sit down, pour yourself a cup of coffee. Tell me what's on your mind!!
ORWELL: You all right?
TRENCH: Well, I just thought I'd try it out for size, see if I liked it… I don't. Good-bye, Orwell. I'm busy.
TRENCH: Aren't you gonna ask me?
ORWELL: Ask you what?
TRENCH: If you can come with me to Kane's [to question the father of a rape suspect]?
ORWELL: Can I come with you to Kane's?
ORWELL: May I come anyway?
TRENCH: The "no" was for the record. Unofficially, don't let it happen again.
TRENCH: … And, Orwell, the next time you need a favor, don't… hesitate… to…
TRENCH: Right… Orwell [Trench picks up paper bag off his desk] what's this? [Here Orwell and Trench begin playing "hot potato" with a bag of coffee.]
ORWELL: uhhh… that is coffee.
TRENCH: Well, we have our own.
ORWELL: You said you were out!
TRENCH: I lied.
ORWELL: It's a special blend.
TRENCH: If you don't like the coffee we serve here, Orwell, you don't have to drink it. As a matter of fact, you don't have to come in at all.
ORWELL: You'd miss me.