Kelly: You are giving aid and comfort to the enemy?
Scotty: You are not the enemy, you are my partner. Somebody wants me to believe that you are a murderer and whoever that somebody is I figure the only way to smoke them out is make them believe I'm buying what they are selling.
Scotty: At this point, my job stinks!
Kelly: Yes, certainly, ok. Why don't you chuck it and marry the girl and bake a whole bunch of pies for the rest of your life.
Scotty: Maybe I will.