-What? -Leigh.
I know how the dog died.
-Sam, are you dreaming? -No!
I just had the weirdest feeling he was already in the house.
Can't sleep, Miss Graciela?
Yeah. It's hot.
You know, I think it's the humidity that makes us all so thirsty.
Excuse me.
My pop was a cop.
Twenty years.
This was his favorite drink on a stakeout.
I learned that in prison. You like?
White trash piece of shit.