Blue Heelers

SUSIE: Your father's a good copper. ANNA: My father the dragon slayer.... PJ: She needs you. LEE: I don't respond well to bullying. TOM: Lady, this is me in gentleman mode! BAXTER: Didn't your mother warn you about picking up stray pussies? CHRIS: They can bomb the place if it means getting the kids back. BAXTER: We make it out of here...you remind me I owe Chris Riley for the jukebox. BAXTER: What are you, Greek? Lebanese? JOSS: Do I look Lebanese to you? BAXTER: Baxter's Bar and Grill. Who's calling please? ... Sergeant Mark Jacobs? I don't know him. TOM: Got you doing penance, have they, O'Rourke? KELLY: Two thousand "I screwed up"s and traffic duty - I'd rather go to hell! TOM: No you wouldn't. KELLY: If anyone asks have I seen you? TOM: Have you? KELLY: No Boss. TOM: I wouldn't drink with you in the desert, Baxter. BAXTER: That'd make me the first Baxter in three generations to benefit anyone. Makes me feel warm and fuzzy all over. BAXTER: Baxter's Buffet. BAXTER: Nice try, Inspector Fairy-Prince. BAXTER: Tell Inspector Fairy-Prince he's off my Christmas card list. BAXTER: I could get to like that bloke if I didn't hate him so much. PJ: Dig! AMY: You heard him. Pick it up and dig! BAXTER: Baxter's Bloodhouse! BAXTER: Inspector Fairy-Prince isn't the sort of bloke to break the rules, even for you. TOM: Thirty years a copper. Never thought a faulty gun would kill me. TOM: You win. I lose. TOM: We're both going to die here today. I just wish I could do it in better company. ANNA: You stay away from us, you have no place in this family!