Night Court1984

[Christine gingerly makes her way toward the courtroom]

Tim Bond:
Halt! No one enters the courtroom without being frisked!

Christine Sullivan:
[whispering] For your information, I happen to have an incredible hangover. So I'd really appreciate you're not...

[grabs his boutonniere microphone and yells into it]

Christine Sullivan:
SCREAMING IN MY EAR!

[Tim and all the other agents stagger, clutching their earwigs in pain]

Tim Bond:
Okay, that's it! Code Beige, Code Beige! Frisk her!

Christine Sullivan:
Oh, no you don't-!

[Two agents lift her by the arms and carry her down the hallway]

Christine Sullivan:
Oh, no! Get your mitts off me!

[at Tim]

Christine Sullivan:
YOU ARE DEAD MEAT, BUD!

Tim Bond:
[sighs] God, I love this job.