Tom McGreevey: Vert well, sir. It's from the lady.
Quotes
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Waiter : Telephone call, commissioner.
Commissioner Anabell Brumford : Thank you.
[picks up phone]
Commissioner Anabell Brumford : Hello?... He did what?... How many animals escaped?... Oh, my God...
Lt. Frank Drebin : Good evening, commissioner. You're looking lovely tonight.
Commissioner Anabell Brumford : Do you realize that because of you this city is being overrun by baboons?
Lt. Frank Drebin : Well, isn't that the fault of the voters?
[Frank walks away, leaving Commissioner Brumford with an astonished face]
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Waiter : Sir?
Lt. Frank Drebin : Gimme the strongest thing you got.
[Waiter brings over a greased-up muscle man. Drebin flounders]
Lt. Frank Drebin : Uh... on second thought, how about a black Russian?
Waiter : Very well sir.
[raises eyebrow, looks at camera, shakes head and walks off]
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Lt. Frank Drebin : [Waiter at Blue Note hands him a drink] I've got one already.
Waiter : It's from the lady.
[Frank looks up. Jane waves at him from across the room]
Ed Hocken : [Frank looks reluctant] Go to her, Frank. Go onnn. I'll see you in the morning.
Lt. Frank Drebin : [Sitting down again after making his way across the room] This is not easy for me to say. I'm lonely, I'm lost, I just want someone to hold, to love.
Jane Spencer : [Interrupting him from a nearby table] Frank... over here.
[Frank looks up and discovers that the table occupied by a man. The man looks at him tersely]
