- Det. Insp. Galloway: What's your problem Ackland?
- W.P.C. Ackland: Sir, Carver and Edwards have been on the radio, apparently they chased a man over the roof and the man tried to run them over in a car.
- Det. Insp. Galloway: Did he get away?
- W.P.C. Ackland: Yeah.
- Det. Insp. Galloway: Bloody hell, have you circulated the number?
- W.P.C. Ackland: No.
- Det. Insp. Galloway: Well circulate it then.
- W.P.C. Ackland: But sir, the car's got diplomatic plates.
- Det. Sgt. Roach: [after being informed by Galloway about the equipment needed for the drugs raid] What are we going to hit, guv'nor? Fort Knox?
- Tombo Robertson: Will I be arrested?
- Det. Insp. Galloway: Of course.
- Tombo Robertson: Well, what then?
- Det. Insp. Galloway: Well, my old son, haven't you heard of the story about the one that gets away?
- [Pats Tombo on the back and leaves]
- [Litten, Cryer and Martella are in the floor of the foyer in Decker's Club, frisking suspects for drugs]
- P.C. Litten: 'Ere, you don't want to swap places with this one, do ya, Viv?
- W.P.C. Martella: Not if it's a rubber glove job, I don't.
- Sgt. Cryer: Now, cut out the romance, you two.
- [Sgt. Cryer enters the charge room to find it jam-packed with the suspects from the drugs raid, along with a stressed Sgt. Penny, who is taking their names down]
- Sgt. Penny: [raises his voice to all the suspects in the charge room] One at a time, what do think I am, a bloody robot? LET'S HAVE SOME QUIET, PLEASE!
- Sgt. Cryer: [to Penny] 'Ere, is that perspiration on your forehead?
- Sgt. Penny: How would you know?
- Sgt. Cryer: Listen, I've got someone to make an old man very happy.
- [Sure enough, Maggie, along with Miss Newnham, enters the charge room]
- Sgt. Penny: Oh, no!
- Maggie: [to Penny] Well, if you're gonna be like that, I'll come back later. I don't mind.
- Sgt. Penny: [to Miss Newnham] Salmon?
- Miss Newnham: Yes, 3 tins.
- Sgt. Penny: All a mistake, I suppose.
- Maggie: [to Penny] Well, I wouldn't do it on purpose, would I?
- Sgt. Penny: [sighs] What on earth are we going to do with you, Maggie?
- Maggie: Well, you can start off, by making me a nice cup of tea.
- Maggie: I could do with a cup of rose 'ere, love. I'm spittin' feathers.
- Sgt. Cryer: Me too, Maggie. Me too.
- Maggie: [drinking her tea from a paper cup] Why can't I have a cup and saucer, like everybody else? I remember the time when you could get a decent cup of tea in this nick.
- Sgt. Cryer: Safety regulations, Maggie.