Mr. Earl Brooks: [about Mr. Smith] Maybe I should drive over there and pick him up.
Marshall: No, just honk. Maybe he'll get killed crossing the street. Save us the mess of doing it.
[Both start laughing. Then, Mr. Brooks honks the horn and Mr. Smith nearly gets hit by a car while crossing]
Mr. Earl Brooks: Almost.
Mr. Earl Brooks: Would it bother you to kill a woman?
Mr. Smith: No. No, an asshole's an asshole.
Mr. Earl Brooks: How did you find me, Mr. Smith?
Mr. Smith: You're "Man of the Year", Mr. Brooks.
[Smith starts clapping]
Mr. Smith: Your picture's in the paper. And if it hadn't had been, I don't know. I don't know what I would've done.
Mr. Earl Brooks: Lucky me. What is it that I can help you with?
Mr. Smith: I've been watching that couple for months. Yeah, they like to make love with the blinds open. Sometimes I would take pictures; visual aids for later. It's a great way to get off, I'll tell you that. It was fun, I thought, until I saw you kill them. And I have never, ever, felt a... a... rush that like, ever. I know you're the Thumbprint Killer. You've done this
before. What I want... is for you, to take me with you next time you kill someone. And I'd like that to be soon.
[Marshall laughs out loud]
Marshall: [sarcastically] And you were worried that this was going to be unpleasant? The answer is simple. Just tell Mr. Smith that you decided never to kill again, and he'll go away.
Mr. Earl Brooks: You
enjoy watching me suffer, don't you?
Marshall: In a word, yes.
Mr. Earl Brooks: Where do you think he has the other pictures?
Marshall: He put them in a safety deposit box. But I'll bet the box is at the bank where he keeps his checking account. The key... is on his key chain! He really wants to do this. He's not going to the
cops.
[upon seeing that he was photographed murdering two people]
Mr. Earl Brooks: You see that, Marshall? That's why I didn't want to do the dance couple.
Marshall: Stop your fucking whining, Earl. You enjoyed doing that couple just as much as I did, and look at the bright side - he came to us. He didn't go to the cops. If he tries to shake us down, we
kill him. Period. We make it fun, but we kill him! End of story.
Mr. Earl Brooks: Finding someone you think would be fun to kill is a bit like, well it's a bit like falling in love. You meet a lot of candidates, and you like some of them, and they're nice. But they're not right. And that special one comes along, and your heart beats faster, and you know that's the one.
Mr. Smith: What are we doing here, tonight?
Mr. Earl Brooks: We drive around until we see someone we think we might enjoy killing...
Mr. Smith: Can it be somebody that I know?
Mr. Earl Brooks: [laughs] No. You never kill someone you know. It's the easiest way to get caught.
Marshall: Let the police put Jane in jail. Hopefully that will save her. And we can happily go on with our tortured lives.
Mr. Earl Brooks: [talking about Jane] Well, we were right. She was hiding something.
Marshall: Pregnant's not all of it. She's hiding something, bigger. Something much bigger.
Mr. Earl Brooks: You think so?
Marshall: I know so... and so do you.
Mr. Earl Brooks: I thought the dinner was fantastic but I was not too fond of the dessert. Would you like to stop and get something sweet?