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.