Gene Hunt: I reckon we can take him, I'll jump on him, you take his gun and Cartwright can jump up and down on his knackers.
Chris Skelton: [Annie appears in a nurse uniform] Blimey, I've dreamt about this.
Gene Hunt: [handing Annie a gun] Don't worry, love, just like riding a bike.
Sam Tyler: Guv, he's gonna frisk her.
Gene Hunt: You know, something tells me Reg isn't around lots birds. We stuff this down her knickers, it's the one place he won't have the nerve to look.
Chris Skelton: I'll do it.
Gene Hunt: That is a single malt! What kind of a monster are you?
Sam Tyler: We need an inner cordon as well as this one. Think of it as two circles, one inside the other. The area in the centre is out of limits to everybody but us.
Gene Hunt: Fair enough.
Sam Tyler: Call it the donut.
Gene Hunt: Jam or custard?
Sam Tyler: Now you're just being silly.
Gene Hunt: I'm not the one calling it a donut
Sam Tyler: He's got natural camouflage. He can see out; we can't see in.
Hugo Barton: [runs towards the team] Excuse me!
Sam Tyler: Excuse me sir, can you go back behind the cordon, please.
Hugo Barton: Hugo Barton. I'm a reporter from the Gazette.
Gene Hunt: Oh, terrific.
Gene Hunt: [shouts at the hostage taker] Oi! We've got another one for you!
Sam Tyler: Gov.
Gene Hunt: He walked in about 40 minutes ago; he was just ahead of me. He pulled a gun; he means business.
Gene Hunt: Y' know, I'd listen to the snot in my hankie before I'd listen to you.
Gene Hunt: Oh, come on Reg, you're a criminal. You do what I do, I'm a copper, I do what I do. Cats eat kippers, dogs eat bones.
Sam Tyler: [Office party aftermath. Chris is lying on the floor, asleep] Chris.
Chris Skelton: Five more minutes, dad.
Sam Tyler: And they call us the thin blue line.
Sam Tyler: This is the crisis centre.
Gene Hunt: I think, if it's the centre of the crisis you're looking for, it's out there.