Twenty-five years I'm a cop in the worst goddamn precinct in Cleveland. **** shoot arrows at me and the hillbillies throw dogs off the roofs at me and I'm even shot at on two separate occasions by my own men, but none of these bastards ever come as close to killing me as my own goddamn wife and her goddamn road maps and her wrong turns and her goddamn hysterical screaming and her...
Watch your language. And you watch your heart, too. You know what Dr. Springer said.
Well, Dr. Springer can take his stethoscope and shove it... into his little black bag. Sideways.