The Cops Don't Do Nothin'. You Know That.

Iris: 

So what makes you so high and mighty. 

Will you tell me that? 

Didn't you ever try lookin' in your own eyeballs in the mirror?

Travis: 

So what are you gonna do about Sport, that ol' bastard?

Iris: 

When?

Travis: 

When you leave?

Iris: 

I don't know. 

I just leave him, I guess.

Travis: 

You just gonna leave?

Iris: 

Yeah, they got plenty of other girls.

Travis: 

Yeah, but you just can't do that. What are you gonna do?

Iris: 

What do you want me to do? Call the cops?

Travis: 

What? The cops don't do nothin'. You know that.

Iris: 

Hey look. Sport never treated me bad. 

I mean he didn't beat me up or anything like that once.

Travis:

But you can't allow him to do the same to other girls. 

You can't allow him to do that. 

He is the lowest kind of person in the world. 

Somebody's got to do something to him. 

He's the scum of the earth. 

He's the worst s-s-sucking scum I have ever, ever seen. 

You know what he told me about you? 

He called you names. 

He called you a little piece of chicken.