- Det. Insp. Jack Regan: We're the Sweeney, son, and we haven't had any dinner - you've kept us waiting. So unless you want a kicking, you tell us where those photographs are.
- [to Bernard Driscoll]
- Det. Insp. Jack Regan: [threateningly] I'm gonna drown you in your own sweat if I find out you're involved!
- [Brooker thinks "Soldier" has grassed to the Sweeney]
- Dave Brooker: When I find out, Soldier, there's gonna be an accident looking for somewhere to happen.
- Bernard Driscoll: Gentlemen, occasionally I do a little favour for Mr Kemble. Track tip, business gossip - that's all.
- Det. Insp. Jack Regan: What favours have you done him recently?
- Bernard Driscoll: Told you - I owed him money?
- Det. Sgt. George Carter: What for?
- Bernard Driscoll: A motor I bought for my old lady. Already she's scratched it and the dog's spewed up in the back. Why did Adam ever bite that apple?
- [Carter is eating a pot of yoghurt. Regan looks on in disgust]
- Det. Insp. Jack Regan: D'you eat much of that?
- Det. Sgt. George Carter: About three a day.
- Det. Insp. Jack Regan: Yuk.
- Det. Sgt. George Carter: [conspiratorially] Listen, this old Bubble told me it was an aphrodisiac. My wife won't buy it. So I get it delivered secretly - in handy thirty-gallon drums!
- [Kemble tries to flee from the scene of the robbery by car. Suddenly Regan appears and points his gun at Kemble's head]
- Det. Insp. Jack Regan: [menacingly] Switch off! Or they'll collect your head in a pillow-case.
- Alec Prosser: What does one nosy little policeman cost these days?
- Frank Kemble: This is the Sweeney, Mr. Prosser. You don't buy them off!
- [talking about Kemble, and the Kray Twins who were notorious real-life gangsters of the 1960s]
- Det. Sgt. George Carter: He's hard. He's one of the few that The Twins left alone.
- Det. Insp. Jack Regan: [to "Stupid Hawes", who won't tell him where the photographs are] I don't like wasting time on rubbish like you, son!
- Dave Brooker: [after threatening Jenny with an iron to get information on the man that he and John Merrick are looking for] Oh, the bloody Sweeney, that's all we need, innit?
- Commander: Hey, you'd better make it, Jack, or I will personally bury you.
- Det. Insp. Jack Regan: Thanks. Do you want the heads mounted? On the wall?
- [leaves the Commander's office]
- Commander: Comedian.
- Det. Chief Insp. Frank Haskins: Who the hell do you think you're talking to, Regan?
- Det. Insp. Jack Regan: Do you want me to answer that?