Jane Spencer:
Frank, what are you doing here?
Lt. Frank Drebin:
I enjoy a good party.
Jane Spencer:
Why are you really here, Frank?
Lt. Frank Drebin:
I can sum that up in three words: Quentin Hapsburg. I never liked him from the moment I laid eyes on him. The man is as dirty as a coalminer's underwear in January.
Jane Spencer:
Oh, Frank, what's gotten into you? He's a kind, gentle, concerned man who cares about people and is not as suspicious as some people I know.
Lt. Frank Drebin:
Oh, yeah? Why don't you ask him what his connection is with the red van you saw the night of the explosion?
Jane Spencer:
I don't know what you're talking about.
Lt. Frank Drebin:
Well, why don't you ask him if he's pals with a two-bit goon named Hector Savage?
Jane Spencer:
Frank, stop it! You're just jealous because another man can give me the understanding that you never could.
Lt. Frank Drebin:
I just hope your pal Quentin is watching right now, 'cause I know he'll be jealous.
[shaking her in a humorously-exaggerated violent manner]
Lt. Frank Drebin:
And a jealous man always makes the wrong moves. I'm counting on that.
[spinning her, he accidentally tears the skirt of her dress off]
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