Dempsey: [shouting] Hey, those beans get here from Columbia yet? Coffee por favor!
Spikings: Chas, call the editor of the Standard, ask him to hold the final edition front page till we get the photo to him, huh?
Chas: Right, gov.
Spikings: It's three fifteen now, he can hold it till four but he won't like it. Tell him if he runs it before we get the stuff to him, I'll push that photofit where a photofit doesn't fit.
Makepeace: This is my partner, leftennant Dempsey from New York.
Dempsey: [smiles, slaps her on the back] Partner...
Makepeace: I use the term loosely.
Makepeace: [Robertsun tries to close his door as soon as he sees Dempsey and Makepeace standing on his doorstep] Hi.
Dempsey: [Dempsey pushes open the door] He sure is.
Robertsun: What do you want?
Makepeace: Oh, Dempsey, this is crazy, look at him: he's flying.
Dempsey: Well he's about to land.
Spikings: Come on you two, don't sit there all day. We've got a murder, two bank jobs, a jewel heist and a gang land war at the office. And it's still only Monday.
Dempsey: [empties his coffee cup on the grass] The man is subhuman.
Makepeace: Actually, he's very upset.
[calling after Spikings]
Makepeace: Now just a minute, sir!
Dempsey: [adding his support] Yeah!
Makepeace: [Spikings turns round] Dempsey and I are going to bed.
Dempsey: Was it something I said?