[Fat Tony drags a bag towards the lake to get rid of it; feet are poking out of the top and it obviously contains a murder victim]
Sorry, sorry, no dumping in the lake.
Tony
Fine. I will put my [air quotes] "yard trimmings" in a car compactor. [leaves]
Uh, Chief, I think he was a dead body in there.
I thought that too, until he said "yard trimmings". Ya gotta learn to listen, Lou.
