Police Officer: Well, well. If it isn't my old friend, underage drinking. So we meet again. How are you, underage drinking- besides illegal?
Gandhi: (acting very drunk) Underage drinking?! Shame on all of you! Shaaame!! Back to you, Kojak!
Police Officer: This kid's not sober, is he? And none of you are twenty-one, are you?! And these potstickers aren't made with real crab, are they? (eats one) I stand corrected.