You mind if I ask you a question? How many times a month you spread your legs? Just drive...

Constable: [in the car, he's driving, Ben's in front, she's in the back seat, with him leering at her in the mirror] You mind if I ask you a question? How many times a month you spread your legs? Ben Shockley: Just drive the car, will you? Constable: See now, I got me a chance to learn something, colonel. I mean, as long as I got to chaffeur the little strumpet, you don't mind if a country boy picks up a little education, do you? [smirks] Constable: I... I got this here buddy, he had the idea one time to open up a string of whorehouses and advertise like them fried chicken places. "Finger lickin' good!" [snorting laugh] Constable: How's it work with your kind? You go to some kind of special school or something? Gus Mally: [coolly] I have a B.A. from Finch College. Constable: That where you learned to give head? Ben Shockley: Will you shut up, for Chrissake? Constable: Hey now, colonel, you come to the strumpet's rescue? I bet you had some ideas of getting some gash yourself. Maybe you already had a taste of it, huh? Ain't nothing like a slice of the damp, is there? Ben Shockley: Jesus. Constable: You can't fool ol' Deke, I seen you zipping your fly-... Ben Shockley: [pointing the gun at him menacingly] Will you shut up! Gus Mally: [calmly] It's all right, let him talk. Constable: Were you going to shoot a fellow officer, colonel? What'll you tell them back home? That I was insulting your whore? [Ben grimaces] Constable: Gmmph! [to Gus] Constable: Looks like you done lost your hero-boy. Gus Mally: [coolly] I can take care of myself. Constable: I bet you can at that. Let's just me and you have a little talk, huh? Did you ever go down on another little girl? Ever have it done to you? I mean, whores just don't make it with guys. They'll make it with anybody with the cash, right? Bet you do. Bet I'd like to watch you too. Yes, ma'am. I'd really dig watching you. Them little ol' melons all pink and tight. That little ass a-humping and a-jerking around. [Ben looks at him askew] Constable: Them long legs all jacked up juicy-like. I'll bet it don't take much to get you all wet and hot to trot, does it? [smirks] Constable: Hey, come on, talk to me, I wanna know what it's like being a whore. Gus Mally: Actually, I always thought it was rather like being a cop. Constable: You did? [dirty laugh] Gus Mally: Yeah. Not unlike being on the take at two dozen bars in downtown Vegas. Taking money from some politician every time you peel his drunken kid's Cadillac off a telephone pole. [toying with a cigarette] Gus Mally: Strong-arming the Chicanos in the barrio on Saturday night. Busting kids for smoking grass then taking a kickback from the heroin dealers. Or those occasions where you do bust a pusher and skim the haul when you've made the collar. Sell what you skim to your dope addict buddies on the force. Constable: [laughs] She's sure on to all our tricks, ain't she? Gus Mally: As I see it, the only difference between you and me is that when I quit work, I take a long hot bath and I'm as clean as the day I was born. But a cop, especially a flunkie like you, when the sheriff whistles, you squat. And what he does to you rots your brain. No amount of water on earth can get you clean again. Constable: [to Ben] You're going to sit there and take that kinda crap? Ben Shockley: [vague grin] You were the one who wanted her to talk. Gus Mally: I know you don't like women like me. We're a bit aggressive. We frighten you. But that's only because you got filth in your brain. And I'm afraid the only way you'll clean it out is to put a bullet through it. [leaning over towards him] Gus Mally: And does your wife know you masturbate? [causes him to yell in dismay and lose control of the car, almost smashing into a truck] Ben Shockley: [holding the gun against the driver's head] You've had your chat! [fed up with him] Ben Shockley: Now drive! [Ben and Gus look at each other in a new light, sharing bonding looks]

You mind if I ask you a question? How many times a month you spread your legs? Just drive the car, will you? I got a chance to learn something, colonel. As long as I got to chauffer the little strumpet. You mind if a country boy picks up a little education? I got this buddy... ...he had the idea we'd open a string of whorehouses... ...and advertise like fried chicken places. "Finger-lickin' good!" How's it work with your kind? You go to some kind of special school? I have a B.A. From Finch College. Is that where you learned how to give head? Will you shut up, for chrissake! Colonel, you coming to the strumpet's rescue? I bet you had some ideas of getting some gash yourself. Maybe you already had a taste of it, huh? Ain't nothing like a slice of the damp, is there? You can't fool Deke. I seen you zip your fly... Will you shut up! Let him talk. Were you going to shoot a fellow officer, colonel? What'll you tell them back home? I was insulting your whore? Looks like you done lost your hero-boy. I can take care of myself. Yeah, I bet you can at that. Let's me and you have a little talk. Did you ever go down on another little girl? Ever have it done to you? Whores just don't make it with guys. They make it with anybody with cash, right? Bet you do. Bet I'd like to watch you too. Yes, ma'am. I'd really dig watching you. Them little melons all pink and tight. That little ass a-humping and a-jerking around. Them long legs all jacked up juicy-like. I bet it don't take much to get you all wet... ...and hot to trot, does it? Talk to me. I want to know what it's like being a whore. Actually, I always thought it was rather like being a cop. You did? Not unlike being on the take at two dozen bars in downtown Vegas. Taking money from some politician each time... ...you peel his drunken kid's Cadillac off a telephone pole. Strong-arming the Chicanos in the barrio on Saturday night. Busting kids for smoking grass... ...then taking a kickback from heroin dealers. Or those occasions when you do bust a pusher... ...and skim the haul when you've made the collar. Sell it to your dope addict buddies on the force. She's sure onto all our tricks. As I see it... ...the only difference between us, is that when I quit work... ...I take a long hot bath... ...and I'm clean as the day I was born. But a cop... ...especially a flunkie like you... ...when sheriff whistles, you squat. And what he does to you rots your brain. No amount of water can get you clean again. You going to take that crap? You were the one that wanted her to talk. I know you don't like women like me. We're a bit aggressive. We frighten you. Because you've got filth in your brain. The only way you'll ever clean it out... ...is to put a bullet through it. Does your wife know you masturbate? You've had your chat. Now drive! What's going to happen at the border? We'll pick up an escort to take us to Phoenix. Who? Police. Arizona police. How do you know? Because I asked for them. Did you call the same person you telephoned from the house? When I saw you back in the culvert you said you'd been set up. It seemed that way at the time. What's changed since then? What are you trying to say? Somebody's trying to kill me. Since you're along, you're a target too. The car that blew up, and the guys who shot at us... ...could've been the Mob. But back at the house, those were cops outside. Somehow they got the wrong message. Maybe it was a legitimate mistake. Maybe not. But if it wasn't... ...who would've given them the wrong message? How would I know? Not my guys. Not the guys on my own force, for chrissake! You're probably right. But let's just say that there's a chance you're wrong. Just one chance in a thousand. The state line's a pretty lonely place to find out. Hear what she said about your own people? You going to sit there and take that shit? How far is the state line? About 10 miles. I really do have a college degree. State line's just beyond that next rise up there. Good thing you're out of here. I ever see you again, you've had it. I may be wrong. But what if I'm right? Pull over here. Pull over and stop! The hell, you say! I'll leave your gun by the road. You can pick it up later. Damn bet I will! You'll have some fast talking to do. They'll wonder why you bailed out, and I'll tell them. You chose sides. Got yourself a little nookie and chose sides! Shit! Better get a move on. If you're wrong, I want to be there to explain... ...before that asshole starts spouting off.