- [Dashwood is typing up a report for Roach]
- Det. Sgt. Roach: That's not how you spell 'accommodation', is it?
- [Roach tries to write it himself]
- Det. Sgt. Roach: That doesn't look right does it? Come on, you went to bloody grammar school. Let's see you spell it without a dictionary.
- [Dashwood writes the word 'lodgings' on a notepad]
- Det. Sgt. Roach: [Roach picks up the notepad and looks at it] Lodgings. I suppose you think that's funny.
- [Cryer walks furiously out of Galloway's office after an argument and drops pieces of paper on the floor without picking them up]
- Det. Sgt. Roach: Hey! What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?
- [Once more Cryer ignores Roach]
- Det. Sgt. Roach: Well say bloody sorry or something, ya berk!
- [Roach picks up the pieces of the paper off the floor just as Galloway comes out of his office]
- Det. Sgt. Roach: What the hell was all that about, guv?
- Det. Insp. Galloway: [Galloway licks his finger and pretends to draw a number 1] Superstars: 1, Woodentops: Nil.
- [Galloway, Roach and Dashwood chuckle in amusement]
- W.P.C. Ackland: [to Galloway] I've always been told, if you can cop a plea of guilty in court, cop a plea of guilty!
- W.P.C. Ackland: You've got to be joking. That pair, Bonnie and Clyde?
- P.C. Carver: Well, the description fits.
- W.P.C. Ackland: We've been had over, do you know that, bloody well had over. I'll murder that Bloomfield.
- Det. Insp. Galloway: Got some good news for you, Johnny Boy.
- Johnny Bloomfield: Yeah?
- Det. Insp. Galloway: Gotta take you back to court, get that handling charge quashed.
- Johnny Bloomfield: Don't get ya.
- Det. Insp. Galloway: That gear wasn't nicked.
- Johnny Bloomfield: Still don't get ya
- Det. Insp. Galloway: Counterfeit, my old son.
- Johnny Bloomfield: It's what?
- Det. Insp. Galloway: Rubbish.
- Johnny Bloomfield: Oh, you've got to be joking, I payed a lot of money for that bit of gear.
- Det. Insp. Galloway: [to Bloomfield] Somebody's grassed you up, my old son.
- W.P.C. Ackland: [to Bloomfield] Done you up like a kipper.
- P.C. Carver: Can't trust anybody.
- [Galloway and Ackland stare at Carver]
- P.C. Carver: Well, you can't, can ya?
- [Galloway, Ackland and Carver, leave the flats, just as a woman walks past them and turns to Bloomfield]
- Johnny Bloomfield: Pity, you haven't got anything better to do, than come crashing up here like that!
- Woman in Flats: You bleeding well tell them, Johnny Boy!
- Johnny Bloomfield: [leans over the balcony and shouts out at Galloway, Ackland and Carver] BLOODY PIGS!
- P.C. Edwards: [on the phone] Message reads "The Ides of March are upon you". Yes, you know what it means.