(..) in harmony and sing Kumbaya!' Only to find, whoopsie, we don't all get along. And that dream of becoming a big city cop, double whoopsie, she's a meter maid. And whoopsie number three-sie, no one cares about her or her dreams. And soon enough those dreams die, and our (..)

(..) So beat it. You're holding up the line. - Hello. Excuse me. - Hey, you're gonna have to wait your turn... - like everyone else, meter maid. - Actually, I'm an officer. Just have a quick question. Are your customers aware they're getting... - snot and mucus with their cookies and cream? (..)