Auf Wiedersehen, Pet, Series 2

Dennis:
Right, lads. Listen, we'll just play it cool, right? See what they want, and if we don't like the smell of it, we'll politely decline. Okay? [Around the corner from The Office, they spot someone on the roof with a long-lens camera taking photos of them.]

Oz:
Oh, another bloody journalist! [The lads rush through a door and confront the photographer. Oz snatches the camera]]

Dennis:
Just... calm down! [Oz doesn't listen, he throws the camera off the roof.]

Oz:
[To the 'photographer'] When are you bastards gonna stop pickin' on wor, eh?

Moxey:
Yeah! Why don't yer leave us alone, you shifty sod? We ain't done nuthin'!

Dennis:
Which particular comic do you work for, anyway? [The 'photographer' takes out his Metropolitan Police ID badge]

British Detective:
Shall we say the Police Review?

Oz:
[Takes the ID badge and examines it.] What, you're the Old Bill, are ya?

British Detective:
Scotland Yard Surveillance Squad. And if this wasn't Spain, Albert Arthur Moxey, alias Brendan Mulcahy, arsonist and absconder, your arse would be well and truly nicked!