Joe Friday:
[Friday addresses Whirley after he has entered a bathroom stall]
Hold it right there, Whirley. Police officer, you're under arrest.
Reverend Jonathan Whirley:
I beg your pardon, what is this? Some kind of a feeble joke?
Joe Friday:
Oh, it's a real knee-slapper, friend, if you consider California Penal Code section 4A, 4207A, 597 and 217: Theft, Kidnapping, Cruelty to Animals, and Attempted Murder something to laugh about.
Reverend Jonathan Whirley:
[seated on the toilet with his pants around his ankles]
I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about.
Joe Friday:
My partner and I witnessed that little torchlight picnic you threw last night, we're gonna put you where your kind always ends up - in a seven by seven foot grey-green metal cage in the fifteenth floor of some hundred-year-old penitentiary, with damp, stinking walls and a wooden plank for a bed. Sure, this city isn't perfect, we need a smut-free life for all of our citizens; cleaner streets, better schools, and a good hockey team. But the big difference between you and me, mister, is you made the promise, and I'm going to keep it.
[everyone applauds]
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