Phoebe: Excuse me, ma'am. You can't put your cigarette out on a tree.
Woman: Yeah, I can. It worked real well.
Phoebe: But you shouldn't. So don't ever do that again.
Woman: I won't. Till I have my next cigarette.
Phoebe: Hold it! N.Y.P.D. Freeze, punk!
Woman: What?
Phoebe: That's right. You are so busted. Book 'em.
Woman: Who are you talking to?
Phoebe: Save it, red. Unless you want to spend the night in the slammer, you apologize to the tree.
Woman: I am not going to apologize to a tree.
Phoebe: You apologize to the tree right now or I am calling for backup. Backup! Backup!
Woman: Okay, I'm sorry. Sorry.
Phoebe: Okay, cancel backup. Cancel backup.