Phelps: Captain, we were on our way to interview Eli Rooney.
Captain: Yes, Phelps. I know. This particular fiend is an old acquaintance. I have tried to reaffirm his belief in a wrathful and terrible God. Whichever way it goes, I'll be dealing personally with him.
Phelps: You look like you've had it rough.
Eli: You see me asking for your sympathy, boy?
Phelps: What size boot do you wear, Eli?
Eli: Kind of like anything I can get my hands on. I'm wearing elevens.
Phelps: You're maybe five-five, five-six tops. And you wear size elevens? I don't think so, Eli.
Eli: That might be on the large side. Maybe tens.
Phelps: Maybe eights.
Eli: Now that I come to think of it.
Phelps: Why punish children with your iniquity, Eli?
Eli: Do you think I was never punished?
Phelps: You must know what you are doing is evil.
Eli: Well, son. Nobody's perfect.
Phelps: You're down on your luck, Eli?
Eli: I've had worse. My family ate roadkill during the Dust Bowl.
Phelps: But you have a job. A parolee has to have a job, correct?
Eli: I had me a job, down in San Pedro. I'm looking for something new.
Phelps: This place you worked have a name?
Eli: Hennessy Marine. You can't miss the place. Big yellow letters HM out front.
Phelps: They give you any workwear, Eli?
Eli: Sure. Green coverall. Dang thing was hot. Felt like I was back in the pen wearing it.
Phelps: You ever tie up any of your victims, Eli?
Eli: That's not a nice thing to go calling them.
Phelps: What would you call them?
Eli: I can't say. I learned a long time ago not to go talking about the things I like. Talking about it just seems to get people's dander up.
Galloway: Answer the goddamn question, Rooney, before I brain you.
Eli: See what I mean? Short answer is yes.
Phelps: You have any preference regarding rope, Eli?
Eli: I know a good rope from a bad rope, if that's what you mean. That's not what you mean, is it? Any old rope would do me fine.
Phelps: Farm boy like you, Eli, must prefer maguey for roping. Am I right?
Eli: I prefer braid. You tie a hitch in braid, it stays tied.
Phelps: You killed Mrs. Moller and stole her jewelry.
Eli: That ain't so. I ain't done nothing like that.
Phelps: You have no job and nowhere to live by the smell of things. And you need money. You've been in trouble before, Eli. Who do you think a jury will believe?
Eli: I've been in trouble for other things, but I ain't never killed no one. I saw that car come into the parking lot late last night. Man got changed there and then put his coveralls in the trunk. I saw him drop the butterfly in the lamplight and he strolled out, cool as you like, and I went over and I picked it up.
Phelps: Eli Rooney, I'm charging you with the first degree murder of Deidre Moller.
Eli: You want to put me back in the stir that badly, boy, you go ahead and try. I'll beat that rap. I ain't a killer.
Cpt. Donnelly: Ah Phelps, Galloway. Congratulations are at hand. Drink, boys? I think you'll receive a commendation for this one, gentlemen. In the meantime, I'll speak to the DA about expediting the passage of the case. We need swift and merciless justice for poor Deidre.