Pep Streebeck: And if I may a toast... to Granny Mundy: may you live as long as you want but never want as long as you live.
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Pep Streebeck: And if I may a toast... to Granny Mundy: may you live as long as you want but never want as long as you live.
Narrator: Your attention, please. The story you are about to see is true; the names have been changed to protect the innocent. For example: George Baker is now called "Sylvia Wiss. "
Pep Streebeck: It's for you. It's the president.
Jerry Caesar: Reverend, you've got balls as big as church bells.
Friday: But that's all Greek to you, isn't it, Mr. Gingivitis?
Friday: Streebeck, there's no road here!
Friday: They ought to transfer you to Missing Persons, Streebeck. You know everybody.
Pep Streebeck: Pick me! Pick me, I want to live on damp cement."
Pep Streebeck: And if I may a toast... to Granny Mundy: may you live as long as you want but never want as long as you live.
Pep Streebeck: Thank God, it's Friday!
Narrator: Your attention, please. The story you are about to see is true; the names have been changed to protect the innocent. For example: George Baker is now called "Sylvia Wiss. "
Pep Streebeck: It's for you. It's the president.
Pep Streebeck: It's for you. It's the president.
Sylvia Wiss: Do these look like the breasts of a forty year old woman? Friday: No ma'am. They're quite impressive... bordering on spectacular.
Joe Friday: Monday, January 12, 8: 43 a.m. As for Streebek and me, we're back on day watch at Robbery-Homicide, where he still exhibits a blatant disregard for departmental procedure. But I am somehow managing to keep this in its proper perspective. Lady Motor Cop: Goodbye, Pep. Will you be coming over later? Pep Streebeck: Yeah, I have to. I'm wearing your underwear. Pep Streebeck: Late night last night, partner? I thought the Christian Science Reading Room closed at 10: 00. Joe Friday: Not that it's any of your business, Mr. National Enquirer, but I had the pleasure of spending the evening in the company of Connie Swail. Pep Streebeck: Wait a minute. *Connie* Swail? Don't you mean "the virgin Connie Swail?"
Pep Streebeck: Are you crazy? Silvia Wiss wanted you! Friday: Now let me tell you something, Streebeck. There are two things that clearly differentiate the human species from animals. One, we use cutlery. Two, we're capable of controlling our sexual urges. Now, you might be an exception, but don't drag me down into your private Hell. Pep Streebeck: You've got a lot of repressed feelings, don't you, Friday? Must be what keeps your hair up.
Chemical Engineer: Basically, it burns the eyes, lungs and throat, causes vomiting and if continuously inhaled, death. Pep Streebeck: Oh, sort of like your aftershave.
Captain Gannon: Frank won't be coming into work today Joe. Friday: 24 hour virus? Captain Gannon: Or tomorrow. Friday: 48 hour? Captain Gannon: Frank quit, moved to Ukiah, bought a goat farm...
Joe Friday: Alright, let's run through it again. You say you're a PAGAN, but we caught you working for Jerry Caeser. That makes you a plant in my book. Why don't you just make it easy on yourself and lead us to the stolen magazines? Emil Muzz: Jump on this and spin, cop! I'm not saying another word until my attorney gets here! Pep Streebeck: Say, Joe, wouldn't a couple of danishes go great with this coffee right now?
Captain Gannon: Friday, do you have any idea what time it is? Joe Friday: Yes sir. Pep Streebeck: Oh, don't ask him that, Captain. Joe Friday: It's 4: 27am, sir. Pep Streebeck: He lives for that. It's in his blood.
Pep Streebeck: This guy knows God personally, I hear they play racquetball together. Joe Friday: Well, just go ahead and chuckle away, mister. I don't hear God laughing. Pep Streebeck: You will, once he sees your haircut.
Joe Friday: "Prepare the virgin"? I don't like the sound of that. Pep Streebeck: Let's just hope they're not referring to you.
Pep Streebeck: 2 to 1, that's Enid Borden's wedding dress. Joe Friday: 20 to 1 Enid Borden didn't look that good on her wedding day.
Pep Streebeck: You know, Muzz, you have the right to remain silent. If you give up the right to remain silent any thing you s-, you know these words, Muzz! C'mon, sing along! Pep Streebeck: Anything-you-say can-and WILL be USED against-you IN a-court of LAW!
Pep Streebeck: What are you doing? Friday: Calling for backup! Pep Streebeck: Why? Friday: Because there are specific procedures for high-speed pursuits, Mister, and we're going to follow every last one of them! Pep Streebeck: Forget it, Friday! This is *our* collar! Friday: *Our* collar, huh? Pep Streebeck: I think so! Friday: Well, let me tell you something, Mr. Lone-Wolf, the proud men and women of the Los Angeles Police Department comprise of one big family! From my brother the traffic cop, to my sister the meter-maid! And when one of us makes a collar, we *all* make a collar! Pep Streebeck: Friday, are you on any kind of medications that, as your partner, I should be aware of? Friday: 2-King-14! 2-King-14! I am requesting a backup...
Friday: Police officers. Emil Muzz? Pep Streebeck: We need to ask you a few questions, Emil. Emil Muzz: Blow it out your pants, cop. Friday: Oh, good Muzz. Give yourself a hard time.
Pep Streebeck: Well, what a pleasant surprise... Grannie Friday... Friday: Not that it's any of your business, she's my maternal grandmother, her name is Mundy.
Joe Friday: My hat was in that car. Pep Streebeck: Yeah, well I can tell you just who re-blocked it for you.
Enid Borden: The magazines and papers were his down in the trash. No cheques or money, I looked. I should have thrown it all in the river the day he left but unlike some people I have a heart, goddamnit, the miserable little bag of puke. Joe Friday: I think we're finished here, don't you Detective Streebeck?
Pep Streebeck: Siddown, unless you're growing! Pep Streebeck: Look Muzz, we've got you on 87 violations of the motor vehicle code, it's only a matter of time before we tie you into one of those PAGAN jobs, not to mention that you stole your landlady's wedding dress which so far is the only endearing thing about you. So why don't you talk to us? Emil Muzz: Shove it, you pawn! My attorney is on his way, and we both know I'll be out of here in 20 minutes on bail. So take off these cuffs, and open the door! Joe Friday: I wouldn't worry about the door, Muzz. The kind of scum that would represent you would just ooze right under it.
Pep Streebeck: You know, Friday, I think you and the Commissioner would make a cute couple. I like the way you both keep your jaws locked. Plus the two of you do share that same curious affection for hats. Joe Friday: May I remind you that only this morning Commissioner Kirkpatrick threatened to turn me into a... civilian? Pep Streebeck: Yeah, I know. There was was a gleam in her eye, though...
Joe Friday: And he'd better tell me where Connie is or I'll shove that collar so far down his throat I'll have to take off his shoes to ring his neck! Pep Streebeck: Friday, listen to yourself! You're not thinking like a cop any more, you're thinking like a man in love!
Pep Streebeck: Friendships start with first names. Joe.
Friday: This is the city. Los Angeles, California. 465 square miles of constantly interfacing humanity, representing every race, color, creed, and persuasion... that God, no matter how he is worshiped, chose, in His infinite wisdom, to deposit here in the cultural nexus of the Pacific Rim. Friday: Almost 4 million people work and play here. And like any other place anywhere, there are those who have it, and those who want it. Those who have it, enjoy it no matter how they got it. Those who want it, can get it by attempting to better themselves in a sympathetic community populated by decent citizens cheering them on. Or they can try to take it the "easy way". Because even in the City of Angels, from time to time, some halos slip. Friday: That's where I come in, doing my job to the best of my ability on a daily basis. I work here. I carry a badge.
