"Three hundred thousand dollars, Trombley. That's the cost to raise your average middle-class white kid. Maybe since your fiancee's Mexican and you'll have little half-Mexican babies, you can cut corners. Do it on the cheap. I bet Sergeant Espera's parents didn't spend more than a hundred to raise him, but of course, look how he turned out." Trombley, not about to yell back which is what he should do, asks instead of Brad's got a problem with marriage. Does he ever.

"My sweetheart since junior high. Left me, and married my best friend since junior high. We're all still friends. They're one of those happy couples that likes to take pictures of themselves and hang 'em up all over their goddamn house. Sometimes I go over there just to look at my ex-fiancée doing all the things I used to do with her, with my best friend. Surfing, and jet skiing... It's nice having friends." He smiles brightly at Ray, who hasn't taken his eyes off Brad yet. Ray looks away.