Sergeant James Doakes: Can we please secure this motherf**king crime scene?

Sergeant James Doakes: Surprise mutha fucka.

Sergeant Doakes: येशु Christ, Morgan. येशु f**king Christ, *you're* the खाड़ी, बे Harbor Butcher!

Sergeant Doakes: [Doakes seemingly walks up out of nowhere] Stop grinning like a f**king psycho and get back to work!

Sergeant James Doakes: Oh, and आप owe me a new Michelin, आप motherf****r.

Sergeant James Doakes :I am watching आप motherf****r

Sergeant James Daokes: That's right, motherf*****r, it's over.

Sergeant James Daokes: We can stand here all f**king दिन I don't give a f**k...