Ashes to Ashes

Alex: Guv, you know it's, um, it's okay to be scared. Gene: They went after you, Bolls, a woman. I mean, that's a line, right there. Alex: Yeah, but we can't sink to Riley's level. Gene: You know, there's always been scum, preying on decent, ordinary folk, and there was a code of honour as well. You came at him from the front, not like a coward from the back. Everybody wants to be the centre of the universe, these days, writing their own rules, doing whatever they want.

(Alex and Gene are addressing a Neighbourhood Watch meeting.) Gene: So… how can you help your community? DI Drake, any ideas? Alex: Well, um, you should never be afraid to call the police if you see something suspicious. Gene: Well, within reason. I mean, if some bugger's nicking a milk bottle off your doorstep it's hardly worth calling the flying squad 'round, is it? I mean, feel free to give him a clip around the earhole. Alex: Although you should never take the law into your own hands, of course. Gene: Well, not unless you can handle yourself. Alex: It's best just to stay out of it, really, even if you can handle yourself. Gene: Well, obviously! But some bastard's climbing through your bedroom window, you're well within your rights to smack him over the head with a vase or a chair or any other such bluntish object that may come to hand. Alex: Technically, though, that would be assault. Gene: Well, just make sure the bugger's still breathing when you ring 999. Nobody's going to have a go at you for fighting back!

Alex [ to Gene ]: I feel different. I feel better. I think they've done it. You know, guvnor, you haven't seen the best of me. And before I go, I think you're gonna be really surprised, because I haven't felt this good in a long time.

Ray: I'm like Liberace. Chris: Poofter? Ray: No, no… the other one. What—what's his name? Valentino. That's it, I'm like Valentino.