You can't let old hurts die, can you? You walk out of my life, no explanation. Didn't you...

Lt. Frank Drebin: You can't let old hurts die, can you? You walk out of my life, no explanation. Jane Spencer: Didn't you get the letters I sent you? Lt. Frank Drebin: Every one of them. Didn't open them. Tore them up. Threw them in the fire. Jane Spencer: Then you didn't get the check for 75,000 that your uncle left you in his will? Lt. Frank Drebin: [awkwardly changing the subject] Why are you here? Jane Spencer: I remembered something about the crime. As I was looking out the window, I saw a red van parked across the street. Lt. Frank Drebin: Red van. Well, thank you. That'll be very helpful. So, you said your piece. You can go now, right? Jane Spencer: That's not my only reason for being here. Frank, I want us to be friends. Lt. Frank Drebin: Sure, friends. Bet if I dusted you for prints right now, there'd be your lover boy Quentin Hapsburg's. Jane Spencer: Oh, you...! Lt. Frank Drebin: [catching her hand as she moves to slap him] Well, I see a certain kitten still knows how to scratch. [he catches her other hand, too; a third hand inexplicable pops up from nowhere and slaps him] Jane Spencer: [he lets her go] I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that.