Sam: I should be driving, you know.
Hunt: You drive like my Aunt Mabel.
Sam: If you injured somebody in this car it's technically a criminal offence.
Hunt: Oh shut up, you noncey-arsed fairy boy.
Sam: Such elegant banter! Try and keep it under 70. Oh, and radio in for uniform.
Hunt: I don't need plod getting in the way.
Sam: It's procedure. You're not above the law, you know, guv.
Hunt: What are you on about, Tyler? I am the law!
Sam: Yeah. In your dreams.