- Det. Insp. Galloway: Anyone know what 'MO' is?
- [turns to Edwards]
- Det. Insp. Galloway: Edwards?
- P.C. Edwards: Er, medical orderly, sir.
- [All the other officers snigger]
- Det. Insp. Galloway: Modus Operandi. Latin.
- P.C. Edwards: Oh.
- P.C. Hollis: [referring to Bob Cryer] He's a nosy git, innit he?
- W.P.C. Ackland: A good sergeant knows what's going on in his nick.
- [the car thief, Carver's first arrest, is in the charge room, about to have is name taken down by Sgt. Penny]
- Sgt. Penny: Games aren't gonna do you no good, son. Now what's your name?
- Lennie: [gives Sgt. Penny a false name] Mickey.
- Sgt. Penny: Right, now we're being sensible. Michael...
- Lennie: Mouse.
- [Edwards, who is also in the charge room, discreetly sniggers]
- Lennie: [cheerfully] Mickey Mouse.
- Sgt. Penny: Alright, sunshine, you want to play silly-buggers...
- Lennie: I want to see the CID. DI or DCI, nothing lower.
- Sgt. Penny: You what? Fat chance, pal. You, if you haven't noticed, are in dead lumber!
- Sgt. Cryer: You know, Roy, sometimes, just sometimes, you're almost human.
- Det. Insp. Galloway: Oh, get stuffed!
- Sgt. Burnside: Hello, Bob. How are ya?
- Sgt. Cryer: Tommy Burnside.
- Sgt. Burnside: Long time, no see.
- Sgt. Cryer: So, why spoil it?
- Sgt. Burnside: Go and take a jump, Sergeant.
- W.P.C. Ackland: [to Carver] Morning. 'Ere, let's have a sip of your tea.
- [drinks Carver's tea]
- W.P.C. Ackland: Oh, so much sugar!
- [Put's Carver's tea down with a disgusted look on her face]
- P.C. Carver: Well, I like sugar, you know, I mean, I've got a sweet tooth!
- W.P.C. Ackland: Yeah, well don't you know it's bad for you? You'll get fat and all your teeth 'll fall out.
- Sgt. Burnside: I need a result off you, Lennie. And I need it badly. So you better come across. I wanna see some bodies in the frame.
- Lennie: Anything, Mr Burnside, whatever you say. I'll put in overtime on it.
- [Burnside gives Lennie a pack of cigarettes]
- Lennie: Thanks, Mr Burnside.
- Sgt. Burnside: You're a ponce, Lennie, a no-good, thieving ponce. I oughtta break your arm. You just remember, I don't like my people pulling strokes. Alright?