Valentine: Excuse me... the door was open. I'm sorry, I think I ran over your dog. Rita. A German Shepherd.
The Judge: [Displaying little interest] It's possible. She disappeared yesterday.
Valentine: She's in my car. Alive. I don't know what to do.
Valentine: [after getting no response from the judge] Would you like me to take her to a vet?
The Judge: [Displaying little interest] As you wish.
Valentine: If I ran over your daughter, would you react the same way?
The Judge: [Displaying no emotion] I don't have a daughter, miss.
The Judge: [pauses, then turns to her] Go away... and don't close the door!