YOU know, stop lights don’t come any redder than the one you just went through.
Relax, the handcuffs are tight because they’re new. They’ll stretch after you wear them a while.
If you take your hands off the car, I’ll make your birth certificate a worthless document.
If you run, you’ll only go to jail tired.
Can you run faster than 1200 feet per second? Because that’s the speed of the bullet that’ll be chasing you.
You don’t know how fast you were going? I guess that means I can write anything I want to on the ticket, huh?
Yes, sir, you can talk to the shift supervisor, but I don’t think it will help. Oh, did I mention that I’m the shift supervisor.
Warning! You want a warning? Okay, I’m warning you not to do that again or I’ll give you another ticket.
The answer to this last question will determine whether you are drunk or not. Was Mickey Mouse a cat or a dog?
Fair? You want me to be fair? Listen, fair is a place where you go to ride on rides, eat fairy floss and hot dogs and step in horse poop.
Yeah, we have a quota. Two more tickets and my wife gets a toaster.
Just how big were those ‘two beers’ you say you had?
No, sir, we don’t have quotas anymore. We used to, but now we’re allowed to write as many tickets as we can.