Ruditsky: I never would have recognized you, Louhy. You don't look like the same man I used to know.
Louhy: I'm not. Whadda you want, cop?
Ruditsky: Sit down, Louhy. You act like a punk, I'll treat you like one.
Louhy: What do I have to live for now?
Ruditsky: Are you asking me or are you looking for a wailing wall for self pity?