[Grandfather and Ringo are held in a police station]
Grandfather:
Have they roughed you up yet?
Ringo:
What?
Grandfather:
Oh, they're a desperate crew of drippings, and they've fists like mature hams for pounding poor defenseless lads like you. One of us has got to escape. I'll get the boys. Hold on, son, I'll be back here.
Ringo:
For me?
Grandfather:
And if they get you on the floor, watch out for your brisket.
Ringo:
They seem all right to me.
Grandfather:
Ah, sure, that's what they want you to think. All coppers are villains.
Police Inspector:
Would you two like a cup of tea?
Grandfather:
See, *sly* villains.
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