Politics

Of course I do. It's... uhm... is it some kind of superstar? I think I'm a superstar.

You should check yourself for a pulse, superstar. From here it looks like a cadaverous spasm.

"I'm a Cop of the Apocalypse."

"That's so me. What did I do?"

"'Officer' is my stage name, right? I can see myself as a middling disco artist called 'The Officer.'"

"Superstar Cop. I can no longer deny it."

"I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that. You're pretty... I'm sorry. I'm the Sorry Cop."

"I'm not sure I'm a cop at all. I sure don't remember being one. I think I might have lied."

"You're making this up. I would never behave like that."

"I'm sorry."

"The responsibility has taken its toll on my body, but I will take up the mantle once more. This is who I am."

(Give the gun back to Kim.) "What now?"

"A good point. He could have been intoxicated. Or something we cannot yet imagine... I shouldn't have assumed so much just from the clothes."

No, better not to say that. Too heavy.

"Absolutely."

"Pathetic. I need to hustle more and hate less."

"I'm sorry."

Steal a dead man's boots? But that would be DISHONOURABLE! (Refuse -- for honour.)