Motorcycle cop: You certainly led me a merry chase!
Gracie Downey: Oh, thank you officer, and a merry chase to you too!
George: Ah, officer...
Motorcycle cop: Goin' 60 miles an hour.
Gracie Downey: Oh, were you? So were we!
George: Uh, uh, listen, officer...
Motorcycle cop: What's your name?
Gracie Downey: Um, uh, Gracie Downey. What's yours?
Motorcycle cop: Patrick Mc... wait a minute!
Gracie Downey: Oh, Patrick McWaitaminute. Isn't that a pretty name? How is Mrs. McWaitaminute? and all the little McWaitaseconds?
Motorcycle cop: Say, are you trying to kid me?
Gracie Downey: Ah, hah. Oh, George, the officer wants you to kid him. You're a good kidder. Say something to him.
George: Quiet!
Motorcycle cop: Whatta mean 'quiet?' One more quiet out of you, and I'll punch you right in the nose.
Gracie Downey: That's a good comeback. Now, Georgie-Porgie, it's your turn. Say something to the officer.
Motorcycle cop: I think I'll give you a ticket.
Gracie Downey: Oh, that's awfully nice of you. Will you make it out for two so I can take Georgie with me,
George: Gracie, it's not the kind of ticket that you think it is. It's a ticket to traffic court.
Gracie Downey: Oh, what's playing there?
George: A judge and a jury.
Gracie Downey: Oh, I've seen that picture!