Superstar Cop

"No. That's not me anymore. I am a Superstar Cop now."

"Disco Infernum."

"Hear that, Kim? I am a huge deal around here."

"Don't get me wrong, but 'bare-bones' isn't usually my style." (Point at yourself.)

"Guy was cramping my style. Every superstar goes solo in the end."

"That's for me to know, and you to find out." (Wink at her.)

"Absolutely. Superstars always get back up and try again."

"You didn't appreciate my moves?"

"I know, I know -- stunning, right?"

"I was sent to teach you a lesson in style."

"Lose these bad boys? No way."

This goes well with a theory I'm developing: that I'm a down-on-my-luck superstar person.

This goes well with a theory I'm developing: that I'm a down-on-my-luck superstar person.

"It must have been cramping my style."

"Because I'll be a superstar cop, in the papers and everything! That'll show 'em."

"Superstars."

Superstar talk. Don't try to keep up with me and my vast dreams.

I don't really care what either of you think. I'm a cool-ass bitch, baby. You can't fake stardom.