mmy Callahan: You have no appreciation for my integrity at all, do you? nald Strachey: I *love* your integrity. You want to take it to an empty room, we can try it with the rubber gloves? mmy Callahan: You're disgusting. nald Strachey: That's why you love me.

hn Rutka: How's Senator Glassman these days? mmy Callahan: How did you know that... hn Rutka: That you're her Chief Aid? It's my job to know these things. She's got a good voting record on gay rights. Wish the rest of the state senate was like her. mmy Callahan: Oh good! So maybe you won't feel obliged to destroy her and I'll get to keep my job. hn Rutka: I do what I do for the good of us all. mmy Callahan: Yeah. You're a regular Mother Teresa. nald Strachey: O-kay. Timmy, I think maybe you need to take Doctor Watson for a walk. mmy Callahan: I just did. nald Strachey: I think he needs to go again. mmy Callahan: Okay. Excuse me, while I out my dog for the good of us all.

hn Rutka: Have you ever been shot, Don? nald Strachey: As a matter of fact, I have. I didn't care for it much. hn Rutka: Neither did I. But that doesn't matter to you, does it? You probably think I should be shot, and killed. nald Strachey: No, actually, John, I don't. But that probably puts me in exclusive company.

nald Strachey: Well, don't you think it's a little bit strange, not to know when you're in somebody's will? n Rutka: Okay, I think I get the drift of this. Let me tell you something, okay? John was a royal pain in the ass, but he was family and I loved him. And if you're thinking for one second that, what, I murdered him for half a bowling alley and a house, you're out of your fucking mind, okay? So, excuse me, but I have to go bury my brother now. [to Bub] What a jerk! tective 'Bub' Bailey: Always that subtle, Donald? nald Strachey: No. Usually, they hit me.

mmy Callahan: Have I told you lately that I think you're a genius? nald Strachey: Not lately.

mmy Callahan: Don... when I... when I'm gone... nald Strachey: Shh-shh-shh! mmy Callahan: Just listen to me. I don't want you to be alone. I want you to find someone. Someone... fat and ugly with a very small penis. nald Strachey: [grinning] You bitch.