Nicholas Angel: Sergeant Butterman, the little hand says it's time to rock and roll!

Danny Butterman: Ever fired your gun in the air and yelled, 'Aaaaaaah?'

Nicholas Angel: What's the situation?

DS Andy Wainwright: Two blokes and a fuck-load of cutlery!

Nicholas Angel: Mr. Porter, what's your wine selection?

Roy Porter: Oh, we've got red... and, er... white?

Nicholas Angel: I'll have a pint of lager, please.

DS Andy Wainwright: You do know there are more guns in the country than there are in the city.

DS Andy Cartwright: Everyone and their mums is packin' round here!

Nicholas Angel: Like who?

DS Andy Wainwright: Farmers.

Nicholas Angel: Who else?

DS Andy Cartwright: Farmers' mums.

Danny Butterman: What do you think?

Nicholas Angel: Well, I wouldn't argue that it wasn't a no holds barred, adrenaline fueled thrill ride. But, there is no way you can perpetrate that amount of carnage and mayhem and not incur a considerable amount of paperwork.

Danny Butterman: You're off the fucking chain!

Danny Butterman: Bring the noise!

Nicholas Angel: When's your birthday?

Teen: 22nd of February.

Nicholas Angel: What year?

Teen: Every year.