Curtis: [Curtis arrives home to dispose of his incriminating shirt] Hey, Alf. I've got the shirt.
Alf: I've been waitin' for you, mate.
Curtis: Grab the matches; Chuck in the Incinerator. No probs, They'll never know.
[Sgt. Hale comes out of the Kitchen]
Sgt. Chris Hale: How about I take it off your hands instead?