Dragnet 1967
1967
Friday: You're pretty high and far out. What kind of kick are you on, son?
Friday: There are over five thousand men in this city who know that being a policeman is an endless, glamorless, thankless job that's gotta be done. I know it, too. And I'm damned glad to be one of them.
Friday: Don't you con me with your mind-expansion slop. I deal with kids every day. I try to clean up the mess that people like you make out of 'em. I'm the expert here. You're not.
(Forrester glares at his unconscious wife) Harvey Forrester: Lousy stinking drunk. Friday: Don't knock her, Forrester, she had a reason to drink - she was married to you.
Friday: Unless you're growin' sit down.
Detective: The first two blows to face with the hammer killed him. Friday: Yea, and the next four changed his personality.
Sergeant Joe Friday: By the way, what do you do for a living? Systems Analyst: I'm a systems analyst, myself. Sergeant Joe Friday: Oh? What's a systems analyst do? Systems Analyst: I analyze systems. Sergeant Joe Friday: Makes sense.
Sergeant Joe Friday: The subject was booked under Section 601 - in danger of leading an idle, dissolute, or immoral life.
Friday: Flinch and you'll be chasing your head down Main Street!
(a young couple let their toddler drown in a bathtub while they were stoned) Officer Bill Gannon: After twenty-five years on the job, it's finally happened. Friday: What's that, Bill? Officer Bill Gannon: I'm going to be sick. (hands the bag of marijuana to Friday and runs out of the room)
Officer Bill Gannon: Are you Robert Weston? Robert Weston: I am Mr Robert Weston, yes. Officer Bill Gannon: I'm "Mr" Officer Gannon and this is "Mr" Sergeant Friday and you're under arrest.