— I don't want any more trouble like you had last year in the Fillmore district. Understand? That's my policy.
— Yeah, well, when an adult male is chasing a female... with intent to commit rape, I shoot the bastard. That's my policy.
— Intent? How did you establish that?
— A naked man is chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher knife and a hard-on... I figure he isn't out collecting for the Red Cross.
— I think he's got a point.

— Doesn't it ever wake you in the middle of the night? The feeling that someday they will pass that foolish law... or one just like it and come for you... and your children?
— It does, indeed.
— What do you do when you wake up to that?
— I feel a great swell of pity for the poor soul... who comes to that school looking for trouble.