Detective Heat: Well maybe this'll refresh your memories. The stiff in your room split straight up the garanimals.
Sgt. Collar: Yeah, good luck making that spare.
Detective Heat: What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Sgt. Collar: You know, because he cut him in half. A seven-ten split, like in bowling. But with a guy.
Detective Heat: That is... downright esoteric.
Brock: I got it right away.
Detective Heat: (slaps Brock) You shut your mouth!