Fatal Instinct

I can see
what your game is.

You open up the hood,
you poke around in there.

You play around
with all the parts.

You squirt
some lubrication in.

Then you take
some old, used piston...

and you stick it in,
and you pull it out.

In, out, in, out.
There's no end to it.

You just keep coming and coming,
and the bills get bigger.

You're not
getting away with it...

because I'm pulling the plug.
You're fired.

Ned, don't you
have to be somewhere?

I'm late for court.
You are so naive.
You don't see the evil
in people like him.

You, finish your coffee
and get out.

Darn it.
Who's that?
It's just the postman.
He always rings twice.

Let's see here--Manson appeal,
Bundy appeal, Dahmer appeal.

-Laura, do you know where--
-Right here.

The judge decided
to skip the arraignment...

and take Milo direct to trial.
I suggest you try
Lemming vs. Florida, 1956...

where the guy
jumped in the water...

and everybody followed.
That's a good idea.
I better get going.
I don't know
what I'd do without you.

How long have you worked for me?
2 years, 7 months, 23 days...
19 hours, 6 minutes,
and 52 seconds.

When was the last time
I gave you a raise?