Marcie:
This is bullshit. This is fuckin' bullshit.

Jim Kurring:
I want you to stay right there, Marcie.

Marcie:
This is bullshit motherfucker. Mother-goddamn-fucker it's bullshit and you know it!

Marcie:
Don't go down my hallway! Don't go down my motherfuckin' hallway! This is bullshit motherfucker! Don't go in my god damn bedroom!

Jim Kurring:
This is the LAPD. If there's someone back here...

Marcie:
What I tell you? What I tell you? Ain't nobody in there! Where the fuck you goin' motherfuck? Don't go in my motherfuckin' bedroom and stay outta my motherfuckin' closet!

Jim Kurring:
This is the LAPD. If there's someone in this closet, come out right now, or you will be shot.

Jim Kurring:
Marcie! Do not drag that couch any further!

Marcie:
There's nobody in my motherfucking closet, motherfucker! This don't make no sense! This don't make no goddamn sense! Why can't you goddamn talk to me? This is bullshit motherfucker!

Jim Kurring:
Whoa! What the hell is this, Marcie?

Marcie:
That ain't mine!