Mary:
You've got a lovely tan!

Mrs. Carter:
Yes. The sun did that!

Andrea:
For God's sake, he's not a drug dealer! He lives with his mum!

Constable Collins:
So do I!

Commander Robertson:
Where did you get that sun-tan, Dennis?

Dennis Carter:
On holiday.

Commander Robertson:
Where?

Dennis Carter:
Look, I'm not saying anything 'till I've seen a solicitor.

Commander Robertson:
Collins, is there a first-aid box in this station?

Constable Collins:
Well, of course, sir.

Commander Robertson:
Good. Have this man beaten up.

Commander Robertson:
Ah, I'd like you to meet these two police undercover officers, Dennis. This is Harvey Duncan, who'll be acting as your miinder, and this is Policewoman Lesley Reynolds, who'll be going as your girlfriend.

Dennis Carter:
That's not my girlfriend!

Commander Robertson:
She is now!

Dennis Carter:
We've lost him, Harv...

Lesley Reynolds:
Well done, Harvey.

Dennis Carter:
Yeah, nice bit of driving, Harvey!

Troy:
Do that again and I shall take you out to sea and drown you!

Dennis Carter:
Beauty.

Lesley Reynolds:
Famous.

Dennis Carter:
Supergrass!

Lesley Reynolds:
I thought so.

Dennis Carter:
Police!

Lesley Reynolds:
Driving licence?

Dennis Carter:
Haven't got one.

Dennis Carter:
I don't have one.

Lesley Reynolds:
Shit!

Dennis Carter:
Pants!

Lesley Reynolds:
What about Jim?

Troy:
Oh, little Squealer here stuck a knife in his neck, didn't you?

Dennis Carter:
Don't be stupid!

Troy:
Pardon?