Quotes
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Sandy Boudreau : [Raines has discovered Sandy was an escort, and imagines her in a cheerleader outfit] May I ask a question? Did you find any cigarettes? Why am I smoking? Maybe for the same reason I'm drinking even though you didn't find any booze. Same reason my makeup's headed for circus clown and my boobs have gained three cup sizes. You found out I'm a whore, and this is what a whore looks like, right?
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[Raines takes a CD mix out of the player, and is looking at it in homicide victim Sandy Boudreau's apartment]
Sandy Boudreau : [behind Raines] I don't know if you'd like that.
Raines : [startled] Who're you?
Sandy Boudreau : You first.
Raines : Raines, LAPD. Are you... her sister or something?
Sandy Boudreau : Do you see one in the photographs? I didn't have a sister, Detective.
Raines : You 'didn't... have a sister?' You being...?
Sandy Boudreau : Sandy... Boudreau.
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Raines : What do you want?
Sandy Boudreau : It's your imagination, Detective; I'm just a figment.
Raines : What do you want?
Sandy Boudreau : I want you to find out who killed me.
Raines : Then you'll go, back to whatever dark, twisted, malfunctioning part of my brain that you come from?
Sandy Boudreau : Yeah.
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Sandy Boudreau : What are you writing?
Raines : A note, instructing whoever finds my body after I blow my brains out, to scatter the ashes over Disneyland, 'cause it's the happiest place on Earth.
Sandy Boudreau : You always this sarcastic?
