[officer Kurring has just handcuffed Marcie to a couch]

This is bullshit. This is ****in' bullshit.

I want you to stay right there, Marcie.

This is bullshit mother****er. Mother-goddamn-****er it's bullshit and you know it!

[officer Kurring moves down the hall to investigate a disturbance]

Don't go down my hallway! Don't go down my mother****in' hallway! This is bullshit mother****er! Don't go in my god damn bedroom!

This is the LAPD. If there's someone back here...

What I tell you? What I tell you? Ain't nobody in there! Where the **** you goin' mother****? Don't go in my mother****in' bedroom and stay outta my mother****in' closet!

[officer Kurring enters her bedroom]

This is the LAPD. If there's someone in this closet, come out right now, or you will be shot.

[Marcie begins dragging the couch towards the bedroom]

Marcie! Do not drag that couch any further!

There's nobody in my mother**** closet, mother****er! This don't make no sense! This don't make no goddamn sense! Why can't you goddamn talk to me? This is bullshit mother****er!

[officer Kurring opens the closet and finds a dead body]

Whoa! What the hell is this, Marcie?

That ain't mine!