I know how the dog died.

-Sam, are you dreaming? -No!

I just had the weirdest feeling he was already in the house.

Can't sleep, Miss Graciela?

Yeah. It's hot.

You know, I think it's the humidity that makes us all so thirsty.

Excuse me.

My pop was a cop.

Twenty years.

This was his favorite drink on a stakeout.

I learned that in prison. You like?

White trash piece of shit.