(..) Partly. You're also a little hard to swallow. The whole tacky romance drama and the "defender of the hopeless" act. Even though it's not an act. Which makes it even more unbearable. Feel free to take any of this personally. (..)

(..) But what do you believe? What do you feel? Guilt. I feel guilt, Mal. And no matter what I do, no matter how hopeless I am... ...no matter how confused, that guilt is always there... ...reminding me of the truth. What truth? That the idea that caused you to question (..)

(..) When I made you an inspector, it was not because I thought... ...you had any value as a detective. It was because I thought you were the stupidest policeman in all of France. A hopeless, deluded idiot. Then I was not promoted for my merits? I only made you inspector because I needed someone... (..)