January 25, 2012 | 0 Comments
Captain: Drop the lattes and get your narrow behinds out of your patrol cars.
Captain: Drop the lattes and get your narrow behinds out of your patrol cars.
Sammy: It’s a shame to break this up. I feel like the father in Footloose.
Jessica: Gonna shoot out the tires, TJ Hooker?
Dewey: Just head into the light, brother. Oh that’s right there is no light where he’s headed.
John: I can see why you’d prefer jail.
Ben: My uncle Sid gets more action and he’s on dialysis.
Sammy: I don’t thing your pilates teacher’s opinion should get more weight than the surgeon general.
Narrator: Cops wake up different every morning from the rest of us. Our worst nightmare is just their Wednesday.
Dewey: It’s a sickness. It’s deep down inside her genes. Chickie: Well, she’s deep down inside someone else’s jeans right now.
Watch Commander: And today is graduation day. Time to push our little boot ducklings out of the warm nest of their training officers.