PEMBLETON: Oh, yeah right. So if a beautiful woman passes you on the street, you smile at her. Ooh, she smiles back. You’re not thinking about marriage, you’re thinking of her in a French maid’s outfit. Bent over a straight back chair –
BAYLISS: No, no, I don’t. I don’t think that way, Frank.
PEMBLETON: Oh, well you’re either a liar or you’re a moron. If you’re a liar, then fine. At least you’ve got a chance. But if you’re a moron, then you’re just a bore, y'know. I’m gonna have to take you out back and shoot you just to put you out of your misery.
BAYLISS: Wait a minute. I don’t think dirty so I can’t understand the criminal mind. Is that it, huh? I mean…I…I…I don’t want to kill someone, so I can’t get into the killer’s head, is that it Frank? I don’t think about molesting some child so I don’t how to investigate Adena Watson’s murder, is that what you’re saying?
PEMBLETON: Then you really are a moron, aren’t you!?
BAYLISS: No, I’m not a moron, Frank!
PEMBLETON: OK, let me tell you something. We’re all guilty of something. Cruelty, or greed, or going 65 in a 55-mile-per-hour zone. But you know what? You want to think about yourself as the fair-haired choirboy, you go ahead.
BAYLISS: Alright. OK, so, what’re you saying, huh?
PEMBLETON: I’m saying you got a darkness. You, Tim Bayliss, you got a darkness inside of you. You gotta know the uglier, darker sides of yourself. You gotta recognize them so they’re not constantly sneaking up on you. You gotta love them ‘cause they’re part of you. Because along with your virtues, they make you who you are. Virtue isn’t virtue until it slams up against vice. So consequently, your virtue’s not real virtue, until it’s been tested. Tempted.
— “A Many Splendored Thing,” Homicide: Life on the Street