Sergeant, what are you doing with that orange bag over your head?  I told you to cuff them, not muck about!,

And ... O my god, that woman’s hardly got a stitch on — cover her up with a black bag someone — and as for you Cocktail Dress Lady, haven’t you got a home to go to?

Hey, what’s going on?

You, Blonde Southern Belle, stop fiddling with my belt this minute.

O sh... my trousers, give me back my trousers! And leave my whistle alone.

YOU CAN’T DO THAT, I’M A RESPECTABLE MARRIED MAN.

I’m going to cry.