Police Academy 3: Back in Training
1986
Captain Proctor: Mahoney must think he's as dumb as we are.
Lieutenant Debbie Callahan: You had impressive moves for a cadet. Cadet Nogata: Thank you. You see, it's a matter of the mind being mightier than the bosom. Lieutenant Debbie Callahan: Interesting theory.
(Cmndt Lassard drops his fish bowl out of his office window) Cmndt Lassard: AHH. MAHONEY. (Sgt Mahoney catches the Cmdt's fishbowl) Cmndt Lassard: Thanks, Mahoney. Sgt Carey Mahoney: Your welcome, sir.
Sgt Larverne Hooks: Oops, I've got the wrong keys. I'll be right back. Cadet Zed: Hey, that's no problem. (Zed hotwires the police cruiser while Sgt Hooks looks on in horror)
(Capt Proctor accompanies Cmndt. Mauser as he observes new cadets in a line-up) Cmndt. Mauser: ... good tall, good strong. And who might you be? Cadet Nogata: Atochigowa Noagata, of Tochigowa, Nogatas. And is this your lovely wife? Cmndt. Mauser : Proctor.: Capt Proctor: Yes sir. Cmndt. Mauser: What's the story here with Fun Manchu? Capt Proctor: Fu Manchu? I don't have a Fu Manchu. Cmndt. Mauser: I'm talking about the stir-fried shrimp from outta' town. Capt Proctor: Oh, he's part of an international exchange programme - here to study our methods. Cmndt. Mauser: I'm not teaching our cadets how to use a wok. Capt Proctor: Nyuuuugh. Cmndt. Mauser: Ship him off to Lassard's academy, he'll fit in perfectly over there. They could use a good sushi chef. No offense, huh? Cadet Nogata: Arigatoo, thankyou. Cmndt. Mauser: Kiss my what?
Cmndt Mauser: I don't want him here. Put him in with Lassard's academy. He'll fit in just fine. Captain Proctor: Yes sir.
Cadet Nogata: In my country only kiss from beautiful woman can compare with petal of a rose. Lieutennant Debbie Calahan: In America, talk is cheap. (shouts) Love! (Lieutennant Calahan throws Cadet Nogata on the bed and makes out with him)
Cadet Karen Adams: You see this ear, Mahoney? It's a finely tuned crap detector. Sgt. Carey Mahoney: Oh, and what a lovely ear it is. If I blow in it, will you follow me anywhere?
Sgt. Eugene Tackleberry: Excuse me sir, this is a non-smoking area. I'm gonna' have to ask you to distinguish that cigar. Man with Cigar: Drop dead! I'll put it out when I'm finished. Sgt. Eugene Tackleberry: You'll put it out now mister! (Tackleberry fires a crossbow bolt into the cigar)
Cadet Zed: Get out of my way!