Professor Freidman:
What you have before you is a cautionary tale. I was the chairman on Mr. Sherman's honour thesis committee. His paper was a wanton assault on every principle this institution holds dear. Now, you should all be open to original thinkers, but his thesis wasn't original. It was an 80 page temper-tantrum. So, instead of re-writing it, he drops out of school. You can see that decision has gotten him far. Behold, ladies and gentlemen, this is what happens when you stray from my syllabus.
Will Sherman:
Um, sir, with all do respect sir, why don't you take your Categorical Imperative, and shove it up your ass.
The Burgomaster:
Constable Crane! This is a song we have heard from you more than once. Now, there are two courses open to me. The first, is to let you cool your heels in the cells until you learn respect for the dignity of my office...
Ichabod Crane:
I beg pardon. But why am I the only one who can see that to solve crimes, we must use our brains, assisted by reason, using up-to-date scientific techniques?
The Burgomaster:
Which brings me to the second course. There is a town, two days journey to the north in the Hudson Highlands. It is a place called Sleepy Hollow. Have you heard of it?
Ichabod Crane:
I have not.
The Burgomaster:
An isolated farming community, mainly Dutch. Three persons have been murdered there, all within a fortnight. Each one found with the head lopped off.
Ichabod Crane:
Lopped off?
The Burgomaster:
Clean as dandelion heads, apparently. You will take these experimentations of yours to Sleepy Hollow, and there you will detect the murderer. Bring him here to face our good justice. Will you do this?
Ichabod Crane:
I will.
The Burgomaster:
Remember, it is you, Ichabod Crane, who is now put to the test.
[Joe pulls out his gun and aims it at Mr. Orange] [In response, Mr. White pulls out his gun and aims it Joe] [Eddie pulls out his gun and aims it at Mr. White]
Nice Guy Eddie:
Have you lost your fuckin' mind?
Mr. White:
Joe, you're making a terrible mistake. I'm not gonna let you make it.
Mr. Pink:
Come on, guys! Nobody wants this! We're supposed to be fucking professionals!
Nice Guy Eddie:
Larry, look. It's been quite a long time. A lot of jobs. There's no need for this, man. Lets just put our guns down, and lets settle this with a fuckin' conversation.
Mr. White:
Joe, if you kill that man, you die next. I repeat: If you kill that man, you die next.
Nice Guy Eddie:
Larry, we have been friends, and you respect my dad, and I respect you, but I will put fucking bullets right through your heart. You put that fuckin' gun down, now.
Mr. White:
Goddamn you, Joe. Don't make me do this.
Nice Guy Eddie:
[angrily] LARRY, STOP POINTING THAT FUCKIN' GUN AT MY DAD! [Joe shoots Mr. Orange, Mr. White shoots and kills Joe, Eddie shoots Mr. White and Mr. White quickly shoots and kills Eddie]