Jeff walks down the street on the way to start his shirt at Uxbridge police station.

On the way he spots a man in a suit cutting across a grass verge. He hauls ass and busts him to the ground, clapping him in irons

"I'm afraid sir that under byelaw 23 subscetion 2.1.1.3 that walking on the grass is strictly prohibited. I'm going to have to bring you in"

"But I'll be late for work!"

"I don't make the rules, I just enforce them"

"My god you are a boring fucking cunt"