- Car Dispatcher: Calling Car Thirteen.
- Oliver: That's us.
- Car Dispatcher: Calling Car One-Three.
- Stanley: I thought he said Thirteen.
- Oliver: Shut up.
- Car Dispatcher: Look out, boys, somebody's stealing your spare tire. That is all.
- Stanley: If you come back here again, I'll arrest you.
- Tire thief: Who will?
- Stanley: I... We will.
- Tire thief's partner: Oh, is that so?
- Stanley: [sympathetically watching the burglar pound on the sides of the safe with a hammer - - Stan never suspects that the man is really a burglar and not just the store's owner] What's the matter? Did you lose the combination?
- Safecracker: [feigning exasperated embarrassment and disgust] Yehhhss!
- Stanley: They're really hard to open, aren't they?
- Safecracker: Very!
- Stanley: Why don't you try hitting it over here?
- Safecracker: I've already tried it there.
- Stanley: [sitting in the driver's seat while Hardy examines the squad car's engine to see why it won't fire] Maybe we're outta gas.
- Oliver: [glancing up from under the hood with his famous restrained-fury haughtily-arrogant gaze in reaction to Laurel's apparent incompetence] Mind - - your own - - BIZness!
- Stanley: [reaches down to the dashboard and pulls out a large knob - - probably the choke or throttle - - causing a huge jet of clear liquid to shoot out of the intake-valve and straight into Hardy's face as he's peering down and tinkering with it] What happened?
- Oliver: [disgustedly scowling back at Laurel with a drenched dripping face] We're NOT out of GAS!