Axel Foley: Tell Victor that Ramon---the fella he met about
a week ago?---tell him that Ramon went to the clinic today,
and I found out that I have, um, herpes simplex 10, and I
think Victor should go check himself out with his physician
to make sure everything is fine before things start falling
off on the man.
Axel Foley: Disturbing the peace?! I got thrown out of a window!
What's the fuckin' charge for getting pushed out of a moving
car, huh? Jaywalking?!
Taggert: We're more likely to believe him than some foul-mouthed
jerk from out of town. Axel Foley: "Foul-mouthed"? Fuck you!
Axel Foley: Don't you think I realize what's going on here,
miss? Who do you think I am, huh? Don't you think I know that
if I was some hotshot from out of town that pulled inside
here and you guys made a reservation mistake, I'd be the first
one to get a room and I'd be upstairs relaxing right now.
But I'm not some hotshot from out of town, I'm a small reporter
from "Rolling Stone" magazine that's in town to do an exclusive
interview with Michael Jackson that's gonna be picked up by
every major magazine in the country. I was gonna call the
article "Michael Jackson Is Sitting On Top of the World,"
but now I think I might as well just call it "Michael Jackson
Can Sit On Top of the World Just As Long As He Doesn't Sit
in the Beverly Palm Hotel 'Cause There's No Niggers Allowed
in There!"
