Policeman: take your hands out of your pockets.
MF: You what?
Policeman: Take your hands out of your pockets and stand still.
MF: What is it?
Policeman: For our protection.
MF: I'm the one who needs protecting.
Policeman: Can I see your driving licence, son?
MF: He ain't got it on him, dad.
Policeman: What's your name?
2nd Policeman: Ricky Beck.
MF: (Laughs) It's typical, innit? You always was a loser, weren't you Felix? Now you're just a loser in a uniform.
Felix: Is that right? Well from where I'm standing, it looks like you're down two hundred quid. So what does that make you?
MF: Look, this is my brother's van, it's insured and MOT'd. Do you want to give us a producer*, then do it. We're late for a game.
Policeman: That's exactly what I am going to do.
*something to do with not being able to produce your driving licence when pulled over by the police.
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