Lieutenant Drebin, Police Squad. Oh, I remember you, Drebin. What do you want? I wanna ask...

Frank: Lieutenant Drebin, Police Squad. Foreman: Oh, I remember you, Drebin. What do you want? Frank: I wanna ask you some questions. [showing him a picture of Nordberg] Frank: Are you familiar with that face? Foreman: I don't know. My memory ain't so great. Frank: Oh, yeah? [offering a $20 bill] Frank: Maybe this'll refresh your memory. Foreman: I don't know. It's still kinda hazy. Frank: [offering another] How about this? Foreman: Yeah, I remember him. I used to see him around. Why do you wanna know? Frank: I can't tell you that. Foreman: [offering the $20 back] Yeah? Well, maybe this'll help. Frank: I really don't think I should. Foreman: [offering the second $20 back] Yeah, you still don't think so? Frank: All right, his name is Nordberg. He's a cop. Foreman: He was no cop. He was dealin' H. Frank: What? Foreman: I'm tellin' you, he was dirty. Frank: [grabbing him] Oh, you sniveling scum, I oughta run you in right now. Foreman: All right, all right, he worked at Ludwig Shipping. He tried to push something on one of my boys, I swear. So what're you gonna do about it, copper? Frank: Why should I tell you? Foreman: [offering $20 again] Maybe this'll help. Frank: I still don't think I should tell you. Foreman: Can you spot me a 20? [Frank gives him the bill back, which he, in turn, offers back] Foreman: How about now?