"Cunts On Patrol"
It was as I had expected. He had forgotten or mislaid his badge. He had neglected to learn the outlines of the work for which he received money and consideration; and he expected me, the tax-payer, to go to infinite trouble to supplement his deficiencies... I laboured with him in this dense fog, but to no end. He had forgotten his badge, and we were villains for that we did not cart him to the pub or barracks where he had left it.
— Steam Tactics, by Rudyard Kipling
They said
"Aren't you the suicide bomber
Who blew up the bus, last year?"
I said "no", they punched me
I said "Think logically"
And they said "You think logically!"
And I said
"What?"
"Aren't you the suicide bomber
Who blew up the bus, last year?"
I said "no", they punched me
I said "Think logically"
And they said "You think logically!"
And I said
"What?"
— Tripod, "Suicide Bomber"
"What is this, the 'Bad Cop, Retarded Cop' routine?"
— Dr. Venture, The Venture Brothers
And when the cops came through
Me and Dre stood next to a burned-down house
With a can full of gas and a handful of matches
And still weren't found out
Me and Dre stood next to a burned-down house
With a can full of gas and a handful of matches
And still weren't found out
"This is the LAPD. We're the most hated cops in all the free world. My own mama's ashamed of me. She tells everybody I'm a drug dealer."
— Det. James Carter, Rush Hour
Claire: Let's try 'good cop, bad cop'.
Blinky: I think I know where you’re going with this. I shall play this game. [Claire knocks on door] Open up, RotGut, or I'll kick down this door! [RotGut answers]
Gut: Ailment or curse?
Claire: Neither, you two-headed dirtbag! We need information. Gunmar's got a mole down here, and you're gonna tell us who it is!
Rot: Why is she being so mean to us, Gut?
Gut: We don't share this sort of thing. Salesman-client confidentiality.
Claire: Oh, you wanna obstruct official Trollhunting business? Is that what you wanna do? Now you've done it! I feel my anger rising. I can't control it. You might want to talk to my partner, because I'm about to explode! [Claire winks to Blinky, he winks back]
Blinky: Ahem. [Blinky shouts and pulls out a live dwärkstone] If you don't tell us what we need to know this instant, I'm turning us all into a smoking crater! [RotGut shuts their windows]
Gut: Are you insane? You're gonna kill us all!
Claire: Whoa, whoa, Blinky, what are you doing?
Blinky: I'm buying, baby. I'm buying the farm if they don't start talking!
Claire: Wait, I thought I was the bad cop.
Blinky: I thought I was the bad cop. Your performance felt a little ho-hum.
Blinky: I think I know where you’re going with this. I shall play this game. [Claire knocks on door] Open up, RotGut, or I'll kick down this door! [RotGut answers]
Gut: Ailment or curse?
Claire: Neither, you two-headed dirtbag! We need information. Gunmar's got a mole down here, and you're gonna tell us who it is!
Rot: Why is she being so mean to us, Gut?
Gut: We don't share this sort of thing. Salesman-client confidentiality.
Claire: Oh, you wanna obstruct official Trollhunting business? Is that what you wanna do? Now you've done it! I feel my anger rising. I can't control it. You might want to talk to my partner, because I'm about to explode! [Claire winks to Blinky, he winks back]
Blinky: Ahem. [Blinky shouts and pulls out a live dwärkstone] If you don't tell us what we need to know this instant, I'm turning us all into a smoking crater! [RotGut shuts their windows]
Gut: Are you insane? You're gonna kill us all!
Claire: Whoa, whoa, Blinky, what are you doing?
Blinky: I'm buying, baby. I'm buying the farm if they don't start talking!
Claire: Wait, I thought I was the bad cop.
Blinky: I thought I was the bad cop. Your performance felt a little ho-hum.
MacGregor: We have been quality polis for the last... day or so.
Toshan: Quality polis all the way. Nae stealing nothing, nae leathering anybody, nae boozing, nae rolling joints, nae strippers, nae knocking caravans...
MacGregor: That's plenty, Toshan.
Toshan: Quality polis all the way. Nae stealing nothing, nae leathering anybody, nae boozing, nae rolling joints, nae strippers, nae knocking caravans...
MacGregor: That's plenty, Toshan.
Sgt. Jim Bert: Let me tell you what happened, kid. You and whoever else you're in this with decided you'd pull one over on the police department. So, you bust in here when the doc's not around, smash the place up...
Lieutenant Dave: Hold on, Jim, the kids couldn't have done this. You saw for yourself — the window was locked from the inside, and so was the door.
Bert: They rigged it with a piece of string to lock from the outside to make us look silly.
Jane Martin: I think you're doing a good job of that all by yourself, Sergeant.
Lieutenant Dave: Hold on, Jim, the kids couldn't have done this. You saw for yourself — the window was locked from the inside, and so was the door.
Bert: They rigged it with a piece of string to lock from the outside to make us look silly.
Jane Martin: I think you're doing a good job of that all by yourself, Sergeant.
"Oh, I know. 'It's a free country and I ain't got the right.' But I got a badge. What've you got?"
— Officer Krupke, West Side Story (1961)
