Ray Carling: Woman in her 20s.
Chris Skelton: Dead.
Gene Hunt: Well I didn't think she was sunbathing, did I?
Gene Hunt: I want this man caught before he kills again. This is my city and it will be a safe place for my wife and my mum to walk around, is that understood?
Others: Yes, guv.
Gene Hunt: Right, find out who that dead woman was, find out who killed her. Do it now.
[checks his watch]
Gene Hunt: Hold on, hold on. Do it tomorrow morning first thing. Beer o'clock, gentlemen.
Sam Tyler: Denise Williams was thrown out of that car by that man.
Gene Hunt: So? Pushed a bird out of a car, doesn't make him a bad bloke.
[Sam gives him a look]
Gene Hunt: Oh, pull him in then, I'll dance the fandango on his head.
Gene Hunt: I don't like this. Gene Hunt smashes doors down, he does not pick girly locks.
[Sam, Gene, Ray and Chris are covertly bugging a suspect's garage. Suddenly, a police siren can be heard outside]
Ray Carling: The law! The law!
Gene Hunt: Get down, you div!
[they all duck behind a car]
Sam Tyler: [realising] *We are* the law, you bloody clowns!
Sam Tyler: You know, where I'm from...
Annie Cartwright: Hyde?
Sam Tyler: Yes, Hyde. People love me, you know. They don't want anything from me, they don't want to fight me, they just love me. If they're still there.
Annie Cartwright: What is wrong with you today?
Sam Tyler: Do you want an honest answer? I'm bloody sick of 1973.
Annie Cartwright: Don't worry, it'll be 1974 soon.
Carol Twilling: [holding up a record] Does everybody love Santana?
Sam Tyler: Oh God.
[everybody turns and stares]
Sam Tyler: [lame] God, I love Santana...