Muriel Dillon: How's my little boy? Getting along OK, sweetie? Rocco Dillon: As well as a heterosexual can in prison. I don't know how much longer I can take it. How's Tanya? Muriel Dillon: Tanya's the same. Milky, creamy skin, pouting red lips, firm buttocks, ample breasts, ears you want to stick your tongue into. Rocco Dillon: Ma, please. I'm gonna get guy cramps if you keep this up.
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Frank Drebin: Like a blind man at an orgy, I was going to have to feel things out.
Frank Drebin: Like a midget at a urinal, I was going to have to stay on my toes.
Director: Someone make a note. I don't think we should have Phil Donahue back next year.
Frank Drebin: They're going to blow that place sky high. It'll be a tragedy. Unless it's during a dance number.
Frank Drebin: Cheer up, Ed. This is not goodbye. It's just I won't ever see you again.
Frank Drebin: Rocco could tell from my little escapade in the shower that I was well endowed... with courage.
Rocco Dillon: Jeez, you two, knock it off! You'd think you were married or something.
Jane Spencer: There's no such thing as the wrong man. You just have to work at it.
Frank Drebin: Well, Ed, I officially give you my gun. And my badge. And, Jane and I would like to keep the handcuffs as a souvenir.
The Judge: Sweetie, Mommy said no pounding when she's in session.
Frank Drebin: Having a baby is a big responsibility. It's like being in charge of sanitation at a Haitian jail.
Frank Drebin: Might be good to feel that cold, hard steel pressed against my thigh once again. The thrill of the chase. To be a man!
Frank Drebin: It was Tanya. That bathing suit was never happier.
Papshmir: Regards to Mrs Qaddafi. Oh, and tell her thanks for the cookies.
Pía Zadora: This could be the heart of somethin', This could be the start of somethin', Big!
Frank Drebin: Like a blind man at an orgy, I was going to have to feel things out.
Frank Drebin: Like a midget at a urinal, I was going to have to stay on my toes.
Director: Someone make a note. I don't think we should have Phil Donahue back next year.
Frank Drebin: They're going to blow that place sky high. It'll be a tragedy. Unless it's during a dance number.
Frank Drebin: Cheer up, Ed. This is not goodbye. It's just I won't ever see you again.
Frank Drebin: Rocco could tell from my little escapade in the shower that I was well endowed... with courage.
Rocco Dillon: Jeez, you two, knock it off! You'd think you were married or something.
Jane Spencer: There's no such thing as the wrong man. You just have to work at it.
Frank Drebin: Well, Ed, I officially give you my gun. And my badge. And, Jane and I would like to keep the handcuffs as a souvenir.
Frank Drebin: Sergeant Frank Drebin, Detective Lieutenant, Police Squad. Guard: Yeah, and I'm Robert De Niro. Frank Drebin: Mr. De Niro, we've got to get inside.
Tanya Peters: You're all man. I like that in my men. Frank Drebin: You're coming on to me big time, sister. You're preying on me like a kitten with a fresh mouse. And we got a problem. Tanya Peters: You're Jewish? Frank Drebin: No. You're Rocko's girl, and in my book that chapter's called "look but don't touch." Tanya Peters: I could have two lovers. Frank Drebin: Kinky. But I like my sex the way I play basketball, one on one with as little dribbling as possible.
Ed Hocken: We heard about you and Jane. Frank Drebin: Jane, Jane. That name will always remind me of her.
Jane Spencer: You came highly recommended by our last therapist. Dr. Stuart Eisendrath: Yes, I was sorry to hear about his suicide.
Frank Drebin: Does that radio work? Cabbie: Frank Drebin: Call Police Squad! Tell 'em Frank Drebin says... Cabbie: Frank Drebin: Forget it. Cabbie: I wonder what the devil he wanted!
Ed Hocken: There's only one way to find out where Rocco's gonna strike next. We're gonna hafta send someone into Statesville Prison. Frank Drebin: I'll do it. Ed Hocken: Frank, I couldn't. I wouldn't feel right about that. If Rocco finds out you're a cop, you might end up dead! Frank Drebin: You might end up dead is my middle name. Ed Hocken: What about Jane? Frank Drebin: I don't know her middle name. But, Ed, I need the action. I'm going inside the big house.
Olympia Dukakis: What's that? James Earl Jones: It looks like Phil Donahue throwing up into a tuba.
Dr. Kohlzak: When did you first notice the problem? Frank Drebin: In the backyard, with my uncle. Dr. Kohlzak: In the backyard... with your uncle? Frank Drebin: Yes, when he comes over we like to go out in the backyard and throw it around for a while. Dr. Kohlzak: And what did you and your uncle find out? Frank Drebin: Oh, I can't keep up with him, mine hurt especially on the long ones. I can't seem to straighten it out, it has no feeling, it's... it's kind of numb. I may have yanked it too much, maybe. Dr. Kohlzak: If you would. Frank Drebin: For what? Dr. Kohlzak: A sperm count. Frank Drebin: In here? Dr. Kohlzak: Well, it's not exactly the backyard, but it'll do.
Frank Drebin: Hey! You call this slop? Real slop has got chunks of things in it! This is more like gruel! And this Château le Blanc '68 is supposed to be served slightly chilled! This is room temperature! What do you think we are? Animals? Convicts: NO! Frank Drebin: What are we? Mess Hall Convict: Homo sapiens? Frank Drebin: You're right! We're men! We are men! Frank Drebin, Convicts: WE ARE MEN! WE ARE MEN! WE ARE MEN!
Ed Hocken: You haven't shot anybody in six months. Frank Drebin: That's true. Funny how you miss the little things.
Papshmir: You are supposed to be the world's foremost terrorist bomber. Airlines, government buildings... Muriel Dillon: The devastation in South Florida? Papshmir: That was Hurricane Andrew. Muriel Dillon: That's what they told the public.
Jane Spencer: How could you! Tanya Peters: Well, you just shove your tongue as far down his throat as you can.
Papshmir: My people are very upset. Muriel Dillon: They're always upset. They're Arab terrorists.
Muriel Dillon: How's my little boy? Getting along OK, sweetie? Rocco Dillon: As well as a heterosexual can in prison. I don't know how much longer I can take it. How's Tanya? Muriel Dillon: Tanya's the same. Milky, creamy skin, pouting red lips, firm buttocks, ample breasts, ears you want to stick your tongue into. Rocco Dillon: Ma, please. I'm gonna get guy cramps if you keep this up.
Rocco Dillon: Pull out the bomb, Drebin. If you don't, I'll shoot the dame. Frank Drebin: All right, Rocco. All right. I'll do what you say. Jane Spencer: Frank! Frank Drebin: Just don't harm her. Jane Spencer: Frank, if you pull out the bomb, you'll kill me anyway, and everyone else in this theater. Frank Drebin: Yeah. No dice, Rocco. Rocco Dillon: Then I'll plug her. Frank Drebin: You shoot her, and I'll empty this envelope. Jane Spencer: Frank, think about it. Frank Drebin: It's all right. You'll be dead. Jane Spencer: Then you'll kill yourself and everyone here. Frank Drebin: Yeah. Rocco Dillon: Then I'll shoot you, Drebin, if you don't do as I say. Frank Drebin: Jane? Jane Spencer: I'd be safe, so would everyone else, but you'd be dead. Frank Drebin: This is getting a little complicated, Rocco.
Frank Drebin: That bathing suit was never happier. I had only a second to admire the view. I had to watch out; if she made me as a cop, I'd be tonight's meat loaf. Tanya Peters: Come here, sexy. Frank Drebin: You're all woman. I could tell just by looking at you. Rocco Dillon: Hey! She's referring to me. Frank Drebin: Uh... I was talking about your mother.
Ed Hocken: Nordberg, look! That's Frank at the Academy Awards. Nordberg: Hey, how did he get tickets? Ed Hocken: Nordberg! That's where Rocco Dillon is going to strike next. He's planning on blowing up the Academy Awards. We've gotta get there! Nordberg: But, Captain, we're... we're not invited. We're cops. Ed Hocken: It's for you. Nordberg: Norberg, Police Squad. Hello? Hello? Nordberg: Henderson, see about this phone. I think it's broke.
Jane Spencer: He has no idea what a woman wants or needs. You're so insensitive. Frank Drebin: This isn't that the toilet seat thing again, is it? Jane Spencer: It's babies, Frank! I want to have a baby. And every time we start to make love, you have a headache. Frank Drebin: I'm not a piece of meat, Jane. I'm trying. I've got ointments, lotions, creams, books, things that vibrate. Jane Spencer: Frank! Frank Drebin: Well, maybe it's your fault. Dr. Stuart Eisendrath: Have you tried sexy lingerie? Some lacy underwear, a black teddy? Frank Drebin: I've worn them all. They don't work.
Jane Spencer: Why don't you want a child? Frank Drebin: Didn't I try to adopt that 18-year-old Korean girl?
Frank Drebin: Having a baby is a big responsibility. It's like being in charge of sanitation at a Haitian jail.
Jane Spencer: Oh, honey, it's just that I love you so much. Frank Drebin: My little lover sparrow. Jane Spencer: My puppy-wuppy wover. Frank Drebin: My little love biscuit. Jane Spencer: My little shnooky-wookums. Frank Drebin: My little lady cheesy puppy. Dr. Stuart Eisendrath: Mr and Mrs Drebin, please. I'm diabetic. I think you two ought to go now.
