"Mr. and Mrs. Brown, we think we've got all the info we need to convict those assholes who kidnapped your kids."
"Okay. Hold it right there. Pack up all your so-called 'evidence' and just get out."
"Huh? But don't you want to ..."
"If you have to lower yourself to the level of personal invective and ad-hominem attacks, we want nothing to do with you. You've cheapened everything about your case, ... you've basically handed the other side the victory."
"I'm not sure I ..."
"It's simple. By coarsening the level of discourse, by debasing the tone of the debate, you've removed yourself now and forever from civilized conversation and interaction. I'd rather those people never be punished than that they be convicted in such a fashion."
"O-o-o-k-a-y-y-y then. We'll be in touch."
"You might want to see someone about that potty-mouth of yours. And that spittle-flecked chin, from all your raging."
(Door closes. End scene.)