Ray: [negotiating over the phone] You could grab me. Matt Scudder: You'll have that knife you keep talking about, a gun, too, if you want one. Ray: You'll see my face. Matt Scudder: Wear a mask. Ray: Cuts the visibility. Matt Scudder: I already know what you look like, *Ray*. Ray: What do you know? Matt Scudder: I know you're a genetic fuck-up, who if I'd met on the street 10 years ago, I'd have thrown you out of a fucking window.|