Toomey: Epstein, Arnold B.
Epstein: Ho, ho!
Toomey: Are there two Arnold Epsteins in this company?
Epstein: No, sergeant.
Toomey: But I heard more than one Ho.
Epstein: Yes, sergeant.
Toomey: Epstein, Arnold B.
Epstein: Ho!
Toomey: One more time.
Epstein: Ho!
Toomey: Do I make myself clear, Epstein?
Epstein: Ho!
Toomey: Do I make myself clear, Jerome?
Jerome: Ho, yes!
Toomey: Ho what?
Jerome: Ho nothing!
Toomey: Are you having trouble understanding me, Jerome?
Jerome: Ho no. I mean, no ho, sergeant. Just plain ho.

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