Officer Ambrose: Good evening, sir.
Tim: Good evening. It's downright balmy for January, isn't it, officer?
Officer Ambrose: May I see your license and registration?
Tim: Of course. Yes, of course. They're in my jeans. They're kind of tight, though.
Officer Ambrose: Sir, I clocked you going 50 miles per hour. The maximum speed is 35. I'm afraid I'll have to give you a ticket.
Tim: Hold on a minute. You know... ...l'm, um... I'm terribly sorry. And if you gave me a warning, you know, I...
I promise I'd never do it again. Promise.
Officer Ambrose: Sorry, sir. The law is the law.
Tim: But I'm sure you have the power to make an exception.
[As Tim stares at the officer, she shines her flashlight in his eyes.]
Officer Ambrose: Sir, get out of the vehicle. I'm going to administer a sobriety test.