[repeated line]

The Candyman: Join me in Death!

[repeated line]

The Candyman: Be my victim!

Lt. Det. Samuel Deacon Kraft: Take my shield for one little fuck up?

[bounds his locker door]

Lt. Det. Samuel Deacon Kraft: ONE LITTLE FUCK UP

[storms off Jamal Matthews listens close by shaking his head]

Lt. Det. Samuel Deacon Kraft: Well I'll show them, I'll show those fucks

Lt. Det. Samuel Deacon Kraft: Go on Jamal... Why don't you go shoot some hoops?

Det. Jamal Matthews: What did you say?

L.V. Sacco: Jeeze get yourself a sense of humor

Miguel Velasco: I'm sure you'll find some way to bust my balls

David de La Paz: Now you know why we're not too friendly with the local cops?

Det. Jamal Matthews: Get his bigoted ass outta here

Lt. Det. Samuel Deacon Kraft: You know we gave Miguel a hard time... but underneath it all we liked him!

L.V. Sacco: Underneath it all... we liked him? What's that crock of shit?

Lt. Det. Samuel Deacon Kraft: She's a material witness.

L.V. Sacco: She's a piece of ass is what she is... next you'll be showing up at her door with a dozen roses.

[His last lines]

Lt. Det. Samuel Deacon Kraft: Look at you... you disgust me! Making nice to the wetback?... After you cut him up?

Caroline McKeever: [protesting] You don't understand

Lt. Det. Samuel Deacon Kraft: Oh I understand... I understand you're a twisted little bitch

Lt. Det. Samuel Deacon Kraft: [holding up a hook] I'm gonna split you open from groin to gullet

Caroline McKeever: Don't do this... it was the candyman

Lt. Det. Samuel Deacon Kraft: [looking at the hook] I'm the candyman!

Det. Jamal Matthews: [takes a swing at her only to be shoot by Jamal in the back/back of head] Miss McKeever? Miss McKeever? Are you okay?

Lt. Det. Samuel Deacon Kraft: [dying line as Jamal kicks away the hook] Ca... ndy... Man...

L.V. Sacco: [over the phone] What's the matter, didn't she like the roses?

Samuel Kraft: [secretly dumps said roses out onto the street] You go to hell Sacco