Coakley:
"And keep an eye open for the logo. It keeps showing up on the seats of pants."
DiscoBoy:
"Dammit, Friday! This isn't a personal crusade! I want you off this case!"
gleeb:
Now, come on and tell us, or my partner here will cry.
JohnSteed:
"Now come on, tell us where the treasure map is!"
GlitterRock:
"Do you need a fix, sweetie? Let Mommy get the rubber-tubing out of her purse..."
gleeb:
The Kingpin of the drug ring is Joan Blondell?
Nyssa23:
"Speeding, eh? Well, let Mommy see if I have a bribe in my pursie-wursie for you nice officers!"
GlitterRock:
Peter Criss is forced to turn in his makeup and leave the band.
gleeb:
Sorry about that, but when I see birthday cake I get a little crazy.
Nyssa23:
"See, honey? You don't need all that makeup to be pretty!"
ElectraAlan:
"Don't get addicted to drugs, son. They'll kill you. Try a smoke, instead."
DiscoBoy:
You simply do *not* try to horn in on Joe Friday's smokes. He once killed a man for a pack of cigarettes, you know.
gleeb:
"So, it was good for you?"
JohnSteed:
"Friday, knock it off! You're *MY* b*tch!"
Coakley:
"Frank, go put on the Bob Marley records."
LongLiveRock:
You can't arrest me, I carry a badge!
gleeb:
No. you have to say "please"! I'm King of the Filing Cabinet, and that's my rule!
144b:
Sorry, Joe. I just don't think swapping suits is all that cool.