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: I'm not just a sex goddess. I've got eyes in me head.
: What will you have, mon brave? Sam Tyler
: Scotch. A large one. Actually, make it a bottle. Phyllis Dobbs
: Well, if you're buying boss, I'll have a port and lemon.
: Right, Phyllis, from now on you stay behind the desk, only you to answer the phone. Phyllis Dobbs
: What if I have to go to the ladies', guv? Gene Hunt
: Cross your legs.
: Get back! Back! You lot don't calm down, I'll make you all strip, and you can stand there with your knackers out. I could do with a laugh!
: [on the radio
] 870? 870! 870, come in, will you! Sam Tyler
: Phyllis, is that you? Phyllis Dobbs
: No, it's Jane Fonda on the hunt for men!
[Sam and Gene are going through everyone's statements in the canteen
] Gene Hunt
: What did he do when you looked in? Ray Carling
: Flicked me the Vs. Gene Hunt
] "Brandished his arms in an aggressive and violent manner".
[jump cut to Chris
] Gene Hunt
: How many times did you check on him? Chris Skelton
: Once. Maybe twice. Gene Hunt
: Your memory's hardly your best quality, is it Chris? Let's round it up to four.
[jump cut to Phyllis
] Phyllis Dobbs
: I said, he slid the tray along the floor at her. Gene Hunt
] "Mr Kemble angrily threw food in the face of WPC Annie Cartwright."
: She shouldn't be there on her own. Sam Tyler
: No. She shouldn't.