Greggs: You hung over? Just sayin', you look like shit.
Moreland: You know what you need at a crime scene?
Greggs: Rubber glove?
Moreland: Soft eyes.
Greggs: Like I'm s'posed to cry an' shit?
Moreland: You got soft eyes, you can see the whole thing. You got hard eyes? You starin' at the same tree, missin' the forest.
Greggs: Ah. Zen shit.
Moreland: Soft eyes, grasshopper.