[to Henry] Talk to me, when was the last time you took a collar? Hey fuckhead, I'm talking to you. You don't wanna say a fucking word to me, you don't have to. I don't really give a fuck. Twenty five years, pal, that's what you're looking at.
[to Henry] Hey, your pals are here. You don't want to talk to me, you're gonna have a fucking problem all night 'cause I'll be on you like shit. New York State. Twenty five fucking years, pal.
[the detectives bring in the utensils Henry used to make coke]
[a detective tastes the residue in a pan]
[detective nods; to Henry]