This is what happens when stupid people try to write a "smart" character:
Spinelli: Stone Cold, uh, look, I just came by to check to see if the mighty ten laid down by the old wise dudes was properly being adhered to?
Cop: The what? [Ed. note: Dude, WORD.]
Spinelli: See, uh, Stone Cold here was guaranteed certain unalienable rights by our founding fathers. You know number four protects against cruel and unusual punishment, so if you or any of your brothers in arms violate that rule, the Jackal will rain down terror on you like the goth god of zune (?).
That's the eighth amendment, not the fourth, dipshit writers.
Also, NO HUMAN BEING TALKS LIKE THIS. God. I think if I have to listen to even error-free Spinelli-speak for another week, I'm going to have a mini-breakdown and my mind is going to do awful things to compensate for the trauma I've been through. I worry that if I'm even able to emerge from my fetal position in the corner, you'll have to suffer through post after post about what a good man Sonny is and how I covet Carly's wardrobe.