Lethal Weapon 21989

Captain Murphy:
I got something special for you boys. A guy by the name of Getz, Leo Getz has been placed in protective custody. And you two guys are gonna babysit him until Washington sends out the feds.

Riggs:
How long?

Captain Murphy:
Soon as all the red tape is processed. Couple, three days. This guy Getz is gonna testify before a commission of inquiry. Drugs, laundered money, et cetera, et cetera. This is not a sh*t assignment.

[Riggs starts smoking]

Riggs:
Yes, it is.

Captain Murphy:
No, it isn’t.

Murtaugh:
[coughs from Riggs' smoke] It is.

Captain Murphy:
It isn’t.

Murtaugh:
Captain, it’s a sh*t assignment.

Captain Murphy:
Shut up, the both of ya.

[Another cop comes in and hands the Captain a file.]

Captain Murphy:
I guaranteed this guy’s safety.

Murtaugh:
Why us?

Captain Murphy:
Because you two are the most qualified for the job. And, after last night, you could use the break.

Murtaugh:
I can handle last night.

Riggs:
What are we supposed to do with him?

Captain Murphy:
How the hell should I know? Take him to Disneyland.

Riggs:
Oh, this stinks. This stinks. This stinks!

Captain Murphy:
I don’t give a f***, Riggs. That’s why I don’t have an ulcer, because I know when to say, "I don’t give a f***." Now here’s where he’s staying. It’s a nice hotel; all the expenses are being picked up by the Justice Dept, so enjoy yourselves. And Riggs, one more thing!

Riggs:
[turns back] What?

Captain Murphy:
[tosses him a small "no smoking" sign] You know what that says?

Riggs:
Yeah, yeah, same thing as that. [points to the larger sign next to him on the door, smirking] But I don’t give a f***. [throws the small placard back and walks out]

Murtaugh:
[wafts the smoke away from him] You’re lucky. I have to live with that.