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Det. Bert Kling:
What do you mean we're inept?

Detective:
What do you mean they're putting garbage in your car?

Man with Garbage:
Every morning garbage in the front seat. You know, coffee grounds, potato peels and moldy fruit. It just gets such a mess when it gets on the floor and, you know, walking around with it slipping on your heels. It's disgusting; old chewed up bones like they had a dog or something. And one day it looked as though somebody had blown their nose in pieces of old toilet paper and wet cigarette butts and things like that. It's really disgusting, and you can't find that in your car seat every morning and live through it. My stomach turns and I really threw up several times, but not in the front seat of the car.

Little Boy:
He gave me five bucks to bring it over here.

Lt. Byrnes:
What'd he look like?

Little Boy:
A bald-headed guy with a thing in his ear.

Det. Steve Carella:
He's got a thing in his ear.

Buck:
It's the police!

Pete Schroeder:
It's the police!

Det. Steve Carella:
Who the hell is that?

Det. Bert Kling:
It's the police.

Det. Steve Carella:
What police? We're the police!