The Inspector:
I wish the dead could come back to life, you bastard, so then I could kill you again.
George:
The dead don't walk around, except in very bad paperback novels!
The Inspector:
You're all the same the lot of you, with your long hair and faggot clothes. Drugs, sex, every sort of filth!
policeman:
I'm mad for apples, me!
George:
Hail Hitler!