Momma Dixon

— Well, you want me to go down and talk to 'em?
— No, I don't want you to go down and talk to 'em. Somebody sending their goddamn mother down to talk to the goddamn police? To say what?

— Will they give you some money for being laid off and all?
— I don't know what the compensation scheme is for when you throw a guy out of a window, Ma. Guess I should have looked into that beforehand. Let me Google that.
— A couple of grand, maybe? You been there three years. Not counting the five years at the academy. Six... if you count the year you were held back.