Ironside and Mark arrive at his office to find Phillips lounging in the barber's chair)
Robert Phillips: Next thing you know, you'll have us carrying you around on our backs.
Ironside: My name is Ironside. I've been assigned to prove your innocence.
Phillips: I have my own lawyer.
Ironside: I'm not a lawyer, I'm a cop.
Phillips: A cop? A cop who can't walk?
Ironside: That's right.
Phillips: (laughing sarcastically) A cop who can't walk assigned to prove me innocent. Wow. That shows where they're at. Just exactly how are you going to do that, Mr. Cop who can't walk? I mean, shut my mouth Mr. Whitey Policeman. I guess I just ought to get down on my knees and be grateful, sir.
Mark: Why don't you just shut up and listen?
Phillips: Well, now. Do they allow you to talk? Do the master allow that, boy?
Mark: You don't have an exclusive right to violence, Mr. Phillips, and if you keep it up you're going to get a demonstration.
Ironside: Mark, we have an obligation to protect all prisoners. Mr. Phillips, I suggest you drop this playacting and get down to business. Murder is no joke.