gleeb:
I was working dog-curbing enforcement patrol out of central. My partner is Frank Gannon. The boss is Captain Richey. My name's Friday. I carry a scooper.
tinaw:
o/' We can dance if we want to/we can leave them all behind. . .o/'
JohnSteed:
...There are 1,132,857 different types of life in the wilderness ranging from the Redwood Pine to your average Euglena living in pond muck. It is our job to make sure each and every one of their rights to life are not taken away from them by the polluting hands of humanity. I work with Green Peace. I carry a gun...
gleeb:
My name's Timmy. I carry a yo-yo.
DiscoBoy:
Which way to the Chemical Wonderland?
BlakHat1:
It is? Quick! Switch windows and stop capping til he leaves!
144b:
For all your tweed needs, It's Boss!
JohnSteed:
Not only is this sign dead serious, but it's dead serious with playful beach movie font.
BlakHat1:
You can get a haircut AND a lapdance at the same time!
gleeb:
This is before pressure from the environmental groups to end strip combing.
PrezGAR:
The room at the Springfield Retirement Castle where they gather to watch Maaaaatloooock.
Nyssa23:
"Hey Joe, think we'll get to see Uranus?"
JohnSteed:
I hope to God Martin Lawrence doesn't show up in this.
BlakHat1:
Is this the episode where O.J. Simpson takes the Police Academy exam?
gleeb:
This is where they send the cops who make fart noises during meetings and giggle whenever someone says "Balzac."
PrezGAR:
I'm sorry, Bill. They're sending you to command a MASH unit.
JohnSteed:
o/We are the Men in Blue, South Central Defenders...\o (Unfortunately, Jack Webb's side-career didn't pan out too well)
ElectraAlan:
OK, guys, I'm gonna have to say no on the dressing-alike thing.