[Carter scrambles to his feet and stares in horror as that thing tries to eat his poor Sig Sauer]

That's what I'm trying to do, asshole!

[Once Blake is half-run, half-dragged out of range, he notices that, hey, it's that other cop from a while back.] This thing is yours?! You have fucking terrible taste in pets. I thought it was gonna bite my goddamn legs off.

Tell it to drop my gun! [He loves that gun.]