You know, I think my wife was right. Something wrong with me. Supposed to be on vacation, and right away I'm thinking like a cop. That's called occupational hazard.
Occupational hazard? What is that?
That's uh, when wherever you go, you take your work with you.
Oh, sí. We call that 'loco'.
I have to tell you the truth. I don't think I would enjoy watching a man kill an animal, even as big and mean as he is.
Perhaps you would prefer the spectacle of two men in a prize ring beating each other senseless. Or murdering an innocent deer with a rifle. Or catching a fish with another one which is still alive. Our culture is different from yours, Lieutenant. No better or worse, perhaps, but different.