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No. 20 - Finale Act II Scene 1
| Policemen: | We're stiff and stolid, Large and solid, Representatives of the law, Men of metal without a flaw Filling criminal hearts with awe. |
| Meebles: | (I'm afraid we're goin' to have a bit of trouble.) |
| Policemen: | No desperado Shows bravado When we follow upon his track, For we've rather a nasty knack Of catching and collaring, And it ain't no use ahollering, |
| Meebles: | (Somehow I could never really trust a bobby; I don't like their boots.) |
| Policemen: | Our bulldog grip we don't release, All kicks and struggles quickly cease, We are the guardians of the peace, The burly Metropolitan Police. |
| Eason: | Stop 'em! stop 'em! There they go! |
| Millicent: | Oh! they must be killed, I know! |
| Eason: | Try and catch 'em down below! |
| Bagot: | How dare you, sir! How dare you, sir! It's not the lady's fault. |
| Eason: | I call you all to witness That's a common, rude assault! |
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