If only half you motherf***ers at the state’s attorney’s office didn’t want to be judges, didn’t want to be partners in some downtown law firm… If half of you had the f***ing balls to follow through, you know what would happen? A guy like that would be indicted, tried and convicted. And the rest of them would back up enough, so we could push a clean case or two through your courthouse. But no, everybody stays friends. Everybody gets paid. And everybody’s got a f***ing future.[to Rhonda]