Karen Sisco2003

Anya Devlin:
Your partner's report says that you were primary through the door, that the shooter was...

Karen Sisco:
Are you asking or telling me?

Anya Devlin:
Why don't you remember?

Amos Andrews:
Oh, let me? Girl takes a .45 slug to the chest, enough to knock out a rhino. Wakes up with every bone in her body bruised, and a Tijuana-sized headache, something like that? I'm sure you've had nights like that. Do you remember the details?

Anya Devlin:
[gives Amos a sour look, turns to Karen] Make an appointment, okay? Goodbye, Amos.

[Devlin leaves Amos' office]

Amos Andrews:
Goodbye.

Karen Sisco:
"Girl?"

Amos Andrews:
A figure of speech. File the report. 'Til then, you're off warrants. Courthouse duty tomorrow. Today: take the rest of it off.

[Karen turns and walks away]

Amos Andrews:
Off!

Karen Sisco:
I heard you.