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Detective Sergeant Tom Brant:
A word of advice, girls. If you're picking the wrong fight... at least pick the right weapon.

Detective Sergeant Tom Brant:
A double Irish.

Wellesley Barman:
Only thing buddy, we're closed.

Detective Sergeant Tom Brant:
[reaches over counter and grabs a glass] Listen up, I'm only gonna say this once. I ain't your buddy. When I ask for a drink, you say, ice with that sir? Now let's begin again. A double Irish.

Wellesley Barman:
You want ice with that, sir?

Detective Sergeant Tom Brant:
Don't be ridiculous, who needs ice.

Wellesley Barman:
[pours it] That'll be five quid.

Detective Sergeant Tom Brant:
[drinks it down] Like you said, you're closed.

Barry Weiss:
I want a lawyer and a sandwich. Oh, and I want to update my Facebook status.

Porter Nash:
You're not supposed to smoke in here.

Detective Sergeant Tom Brant:
What are you going to do, shoot me?

[last lines]

Detective Sergeant Tom Brant:
There he is. There's Breckney. Get an appetite... [releases dogs]

Dunlop:
[running] Whoa! Aaah! Get... Get away! Get them away!

[a gang of teenage lads try to mug Brant in the street at night. Brant produces a long J-shaped wooden stick and hits one of the lads with it - hard]

Detective Sergeant Tom Brant:
This, lads, is a hurley. Used in the Irish game of hurling - a cross between hockey and murder.

Aren’t you going to take some notes?

Do I look like I carry a pencil?