Hot Fuzz2007

Inspector Frank Butterman:
FREEZE! [the entire Sandford Police force storm into the pub] Officers, arrest this man. Danny, step away from the sergeant.

Danny Butterman:
No, Dad.

Inspector Frank Butterman:
Danny, you will do as you're told.

Danny Butterman:
I'm not taking orders from you anymore!

Inspector Frank Butterman:
[furious] Officers, arrest these men!

Nicholas Angel:
Wait, wait! You can arrest us if you like, you can throw us in prison and go back to being blind, submissive slaves...or you can be real police officers and help us bring an end to this absurd story!

DC Andy Cartwright:
[to DS Cartwright] What the f*** is he on about?!

DS Andy Wainwright:
[to Nicholas] What the f*** are you on about?!

Nicholas Angel:
Have you ever wondered why the crime rate in Sandford is so low, and yet the accident rate is so high?!

Sergeant Tony Fisher:
No. Yeah. What?

Nicholas Angel:
You've been brainwashed, Tony. Brainwashed into naivety by an old man with a murderous obsession!

Inspector Frank Butterman:
This is ridiculous!

Danny Butterman:
No it's not, Dad. It's all very un-ridiculous, and it's only now that I'm starting to realize how un-ridiculous it all is!

Inspector Frank Butterman:
SILENCE, DANNY! Think of your mother!

Danny Butterman:
Mum is dead, Dad. And for the first time in my life, you know, I'm glad. If she could see what you've becomee, I think she'd probably kill herself all over again!

WPC Doris Thatcher:
Sorry, I am completely lost!

Nicholas Angel:
Sandford is a lie, Doris! For the last twenty years, the village has been controlled by Frank and the NWA. They've lulled everyone into thinking this is a perfect village and killed anyone who's threatened to change that! [long pause]

PC Bob Walker:
I reckon he's got something there.

Danny Butterman:
He says he reckons you've got something there.

Nicholas Angel:
I know

Inspector Frank Butterman:
You're not seriously going to believe this man, are you?! ARE YOU?! HE ISN'T EVEN FROM ROUND HERE!

DS Andy Wainwright:
Maybe...it's time to give it up, sir.

Inspector Frank Butterman:
[furious] YOU INCOMPOTENT FLAT-FOOTS! [Frank shoots down the chandelier, using the confusion to make his escape]

Nicholas Angel:
Officer Walker, stay here with Saxon and hold everything down. Officers, let's go!

Danny Butterman:
What about Dad?

Nicholas Angel:
He'll come around again. Want anything from the shop?