Kelso: Officer Kennedy? I want you to know that even though it's my first ride-along, I'm not afraid to kill a man. I just don't wanna touch him after he's dead.
Officer Kennedy: Shut it, Cadet. Here, take care of the radio.
Kelso: Cool. We each get our own walkie-talkies? I'd like a pepperoni pizza. Address, Hauling Ass Down Central.
Officer Kennedy: Hey. Hey, if you wanna play games, go join the highway patrol.
Man: [over radio] Unit 10, we've got a 415 in progress.
Kelso: Cool. What's a 415?
Officer Kennedy: Why don't you look in your manual?
Kelso: "A canine defecating on private property." Oh, cool! It's a dog crapping on a lawn! Gun it!
Officer Kennedy: A 415 is a domestic disturbance, you chowder head.
Kelso: Oh. Damn, I always wanted to put a dog in handcuffs.