Charles: Damn it, we have to shut them down.
Rosa: Wait. Let's not be hasty about this. Let's think this through. We wanna be smart about this.
Charles: Right, I mean, what if we bust them tonight, and then tomorrow I'm chasing a murderer, and I'm about to get him, and my foot cramps up?
Rosa: Due to lack of massaging.
Charles: And then the murderer gets away.
Rosa: And you know who he kills next? The mayor.
Charles: Oh, my God, the city has no mayor now.
Rosa: It's chaos. Rioting, looting, panic in the streets.
Charles: They gotta call in the National Guard, there's tanks rolling down 5th Avenue, declaring martial law.
Rosa: It's insane. All because we shut down the foot massage place.
Charles: That was doing God's work. What were we thinking.
Rosa: So it's agreed: we let them stay open for the sake of the city.
Charles: For the sake of the city.
Rosa: We have to do our stupid jobs, don't we?
Charles: Yeah, let me get my stupid gun.