Ashes to Ashes

Gene Hunt: Blimey, if that skirt was hitched any higher I could see what you had for breakfast. Ray, cuff this nancy berk. Chris, look after the lady. Classiest prozzie I've seen all week! Alex Drake: [recognising her rescuers] DC Chris Skelton? Chris Skelton: [surprised] Roger that. Alex Drake: DS Ray Carling? [Ray, busy beating up a suspect, looks up] Gene Hunt!? [Alex faints in shock] Gene Hunt: My reputation precedes me!

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[after rescuing a dazed Alex from being run over] Are you crazy? Do you have any idea how much paperwork there is for suicides?

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Personally I have no desire whatsoever to see your bony, privately-educated bottom, but it's good for morale.

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[after Shaz offers an opinion on the intended target of a bomb] When I need advice from a lobotomised Essex girl, I will ask for it!

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Alex Drake: Please? Gene Hunt: No. Alex Drake: I'll let you stamp my bum. Gene Hunt: I'll get my coat.

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Gene Hunt: DI Bollyknickers, you appear to be drunk in charge of a handbag and dressed like a tart again. Alex Drake: Oh, piss off, you lardy fascist! Gene Hunt: We'll make a copper of you yet.

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