[the court has to finish its docket by midnight to let the last defendant out in time to rescue his true love from her snob mother]
Christine Sullivan: I think your daughter could do a lot worse than a guy like Ben.
Mrs. Rollins: I didn't send my daughter to Europe for two years so she could marry a loser, and end up pregnant working in some dead-end job, like... well, like YOU!
[she walks away; Christine slowly turns around]
Christine Sullivan: Sir, I say we take the bitch down.
Harry Stone: ...And next time order take out. Leave the bird alone.
[cut to Wile E. Coyote]