Grim:(having heard Fowler's idea) A camping trip? A bleeding camping trip? blimey!
Fowler: Am I to take it that you don't not approve of my proposed initiative?
Grim: Yes you may take it Raymond and you may shove it up your truncheon pouch! Society is collapsing round our ears and "Baitin' Powleir" calls for a chorus of "Ging Gang Goolies!"
Fowler: "Ging Gang Goolie".
Fowler: The Goolies are singular. The song you refer to goes "Ging Gang Goolie Goolie Goolie Goolie Wacha Ging Gang Goo Ging Gang Goo".
Grim: Fowler! We are discussing youth crime, which will not be solved by shoving a sausage on a stick and whistling "Kum ba yah". It's war out there mate, war and the bleeding kids are winning.
Fowler: it's not war Derick or anything of the sort. The vast majority of young people are law abiding citizens. I admit we don't like them, but if it were illegal to be sex mad, tone deaf, and impossible to understand we should have to arrest the entire population of France.
Fowler informs an uncooperative young delinquent that he, if he suspects him of possesion of drugs, is entitled to order a full body search, "which involves a pair of rubber gloves and a large spoon." Cooperation ensues.