A hardened detective in the Flying Squad of London's Metropolitan police. Based on the '70s UK TV show.

DI Jack Regan: We've gotta flop on that jug that Harry was talking about.
[Carter chases an armed robber and, after grappling with him, slams him against a partition wall in an office. As the robber draws a knife, two arms suddenly punch through the wall and grab the robber by the neck. Cut to a shot of Regan on the other side of the wall]
DI Jack Regan: [menacingly] We're the Sweeney, shithead. You're nicked!
DC George Carter: If you're gonna tie the knot with someone make sure they're a 9 or a 3. A stunner or a complete shitter. If you fall in the middle you're fucked mate. It's never gonna work.
DC Nancy Lewis: Don't give him a reason to look up your skirt.
DI Jack Regan: As long as he ain't looking up your skirt.
DC Nancy Lewis: You look excited.
DI Jack Regan: Sorry it's your tits.
DC Nancy Lewis: They don't stick out as much as your belly.
DI Jack Regan: What you saying? I gotta lose a bit of weight?
DC Nancy Lewis: As long as you don't lose your charm as well.
DI Jack Regan: I suppose I could lose a couple of kilos for you.
DC Nancy Lewis: Oh I'm touched.
DI Jack Regan: I wish I fucking was.
DC Nancy Lewis: You're about to be.
DI Jack Regan: Yeah?
DC Nancy Lewis: Yeah. Here we go. Oh! Eyes on the road!
DC George Carter: He's either done all his beans and gone skint or an opportunity came his way and he simply just couldn't say no.
DI Jack Regan: Have you got big bollocks? Have you? You got big fucking nuts? Lets have a look at them.