There's a reason we tolerate a few of the younglings at the pub.
Hot Fuzz (2007) · 111 quotes
4th most-quoted character in Hot Fuzz (2007): in 9 of its 111 quotes
Most scenes with: Nicholas Angel (7), Sergeant Tony Fisher (3), Danny Butterman (2)
Scenes with Inspector Frank Butterman
9 scenesYou aren't seriously going to believe this man, are you? HE ISN'T EVEN FROM ROUND HERE!!!
Your predecessor assumed rural policing was easy. Ended up having a nervous breakdown, and Sergeant Popwell was an exceptional officer. Truly exceptional. But he had one thing you haven't got.
What's that, sir?
A GREAT BIG BUSHY BEARD!
Well, that's just about everything. Unless there's anything you're unclear about?
Yes, sir, why is everyone eating chocolate cake?
The Black Forest gatteux is on Danny as punishment for his little indiscretion.
Sir, I don't think driving under the influence can be called 'a little indiscretion.'
No, the gatteux is for misplacing his helment last week. Last night's incident will require something rather more serious.
Good.
Do you like ice cream?
I'm sorry sir, I don't follow.
Let's just say we won't be short of Chunky Monkey for the next month!
Dad!
Now, since it's your first day and it's half past eleven, I'd say that's lunch.
Impressive Collar. Shame Mr. Skinner doesn't wanna press charges.
What do you mean, he doesn't wanna press charges?
I'm simply suggesting that young Peter be given a second chance, before he becomes just another crime statistic. I'm sure he's going to learn a valuable lesson.
Stealing biscuits is... wrong?
And yet we respond by not taking a single punitive measure?
It's like the biscuits, isn't it? [chuckles]
Mr. Skinner--
Is everything all right?
Well sir, Mr. Skinner feels that it would be better not to prosecute an individual who has committed a blatant offence.
Leave this with me. I'll make sure everyone gets their just desserts.
Oh no!
What, just like Tim Messenger?
Yes!
George Merchant?
Yes!
Eve Draper?
Yes!
Martin Blower?
No, actually.
Really?
'Course he **** was! [Danny puts money in the swear box] Thank you Danny!
Murder, murder, murder. Change the ****in' record! [DS Wainwright puts money in the swear box] Thank you Andy.
Come on Sergeant, you've gotta accept that it was just another nasty accident.
What are you suggesting?! That Leslie Tiller tripped and fell on her own shears?
Ben Fletcher fell on his pitchfork the other week.
Yeah, accidents happen all the time. What makes you think it was MURDER?
BECAUSE I WAS THERE!!!
There's a point. Why were you there?
I was buying... Constable Butterman a Japanese peace lily for his birthday.
What absolute 'orseshit!
I chased a suspect from the scene! Innocent people don't run!
Maybe it was our ol' friend the Cactus Theif?
Oh yeah, he was a prickly customer, weren't he? Ha ha!
AM I GOING COMPLETELY MAD?!
Seeing how you're such a big fan of murder!
WHAT THE F--
Sergeant Angel?
YES! [calms down] Sir?
How can this be for the greater good?
The greater good.
SHUT IT! These people died for no reason! No reason whatsoever!
I wouldn't say that. [Nicholas turns and is shocked] Hello Nicholas. I was like you once. I believed in the immutable word of the law. That is until the night Mrs. Butterman was taken from me. You see, no one loved Sandford more than her. She was head of the Women's Institute, chair of the Floral Committee. When they started the Village of the Year Contest, she worked around the clock. I'd never seen such dedication. But on the eve of the adjudicator's arrival, some travelers moved into Calahoo Park, and before you could say gypsy scum we were knee deep in dog muck, thieving kids and crusty jugglers.
Crusty jugglers.
We lost the title, and Irene lost her mind. She drove her Datsun Cherry into Sandford Gorge... and from that moment on, I swore that I would do her proud and whatever the cost, we would make Sandford great again.
Sir, this doesn't make any sense.
The adjudicators arrive tomorrow. We had to get everything ready.
This is the Best Village, Nicholas. You've seen the people. They're happy. Contented.
They're living in a dream world!
Sergeant Popwell thought much the same as you. I'm disappointed you can't see the bigger picture.
Well I'm happy to disappoint you, sir! You're going to have to come with me, you are all going to have to come with me.
No Nicholas, I'm afraid it is you who is going to have to come with us...
Now, quick announcement before we begin. Janet Barker has decided to call her boys Roger and Martin. And the christening will be a week on Saturday and we're all invited. Tom.
Thanks, Joyce. Now, you'll all be delighted to hear that the tenacious Sergeant Angel has been taken care of. Joyce will discover the Sergeant lying on the wet floor of his bathroom, having slipped and tragically broken his neck. So, with the dispatch of the Sergeant, we will now be able to concentrate on the eradication of our hoodie infestation.
Quite right.
After which, nothing will stand in our way.
Oh, I beg to differ, Mister Weaver.
Well, well, well, I see, we have visitors.
Sergeant Nicholas Angel. Sandford Police Service.
My, he is tenacious isn't he?
I'm arresting you under suspicion of conspiracy to commit murder.
Oh come, come Sergeant!
You should be ashamed! Calling yourself "a community that cares"!
Oh, but we do care Nicholas!
It's all about the greater good!
The greater good...
How can this be for the greater good?
The greater good...
You see, much as I enjoyed your wild theories, Sergeant, the truth is far less complex. Blower's fate was simply the result of his being... an appalling actor.
Appalling...
You murdered him for that?
Well, he murdered Bill Shakespeare.
What? ...Oh.
The dramatic society is an important feather in our cap.
We couldn't let Blower jeopardize that. Not when we had two semi-professionals waiting in the wings.
Let's not forget that Greg was an extra in Straw Dogs and Sherry portrayed a cadaver in Prime Suspect.
Yes, I know!
Martin Blower was less concerned with the reputation of the village than he was with his sordid affair with Eve Draper!
And so Eve deserved to die too?
Well, she did have a very annoying laugh.
Annoying...
And George Merchant?
He had an awful house.
Awful...
We begged him in vain to make his residence more in keeping with the village's rustic aesthetic.
And what about Tim Messenger? What was his crime?
Tim Messenger's tenure as editor of the "Sandford Citizen" has been unbearable!
Our once great paper had become riddled with tabloid journalism, not to mention persistent errors!
He listed her age as 55!
When actually I'm 53!
What about Leslie Tiller, one of your own? Her horticultural expertise helped put Sandford on the map!
Oh, she was ever so good.
Cousin Leslie was a terrible shame...but it seems she was set on moving away.
We couldn't have her sharing her green fingers with anyone else...
Not least those heathens at Buford Abbey!
If we can't have her, no one can.
How can this be for the greater good?
The greater good...
SHUT IT! These people died for no reason! No reason whatsoever!
I wouldn't say that. [Nicholas turns to see Frank dressed in the Policeman's uniform from the office at the station and is horrified] Hello Nicholas. I was like you once. I believed in the immutable word of the law, that is until the night Mrs. Butterman was taken from me. You see, no one loved Sandford more than her. She was head of the Women's Institute, chair of the Floral Committee. When they started the Village of the Year Contest, she worked around the clock. I'd never seen such dedication. On the eve of the adjudicator's arrival, some travelers moved into Calahoon Park, and before you could say 'gypsy scum' we were knee deep in dog muck, thieving kids and crusty jugglers.
Crusty jugglers...
We lost the title, and Irene lost her mind. She drove her Datsun Cherry into Sandford Gorge. From that moment on, I swore that I would do her proud and whatever the cost, we would make Sandford great again.
Sir, this doesn't make any sense.
The adjudicators arrive tomorrow. We had to get everything ready.
This is the Best Village, Nicholas. You've seen the people. They're happy. Contented.
They're living in a dream world!
Sergeant Popwell thought much the same as you. I'm disappointed you can't see the bigger picture.
Well I'm happy to disappoint you, sir! And I'm afraid you're going to have to come with me. You are all going to have to come with me.
No Nicholas, I'm afraid it is you who is going to have to come with us...
Roy, somebody call the police!
FREEZE! [the entire Sandford Police force storm into the pub] Officers, arrest this man. Danny, step away from the sergeant.
No, Dad.
Danny, you will do as you're told.
I'm not taking orders from you anymore!
Officers, arrest these men!
Wait, wait! You can arrest us if you like, you can throw us in prison and go back to being blind, submissive slaves...or you can be real police officers and help us bring an end to this absurd story!
Have you ever wondered why the crime rate in Sandford is so low, and yet the accident rate is so high?
No. Yeah. What?
You've been brainwashed, Tony. Brainwashed into naivety by an old man with a murderous obsession!
This is ridiculous!
No it's not, Dad. It's all very un-ridiculous, and it's only now that I'm starting to realize how un-ridiculous it all is!
SILENCE, DANNY! Think of your mother.
Mum is dead, Dad. And for the first time in my life, you know, I'm glad. If she could see what you've become, I think she'd probably kill herself all over again.
Sorry, I am completely lost.
Sandford is a lie, Doris! For the last twenty years, the village has been controlled by Frank and the NWA. They've lulled everyone into thinking this is a perfect village and killed anyone who's threatened to change that. [long pause]
I reckon he's got something there now.
He says he reckons you've got something there.
I know.
You're not seriously going to believe this man, are you? ARE YOU?! HE ISN'T EVEN FROM ROUND HERE!
Maybe...it's time to give it up, sir.
YOU INCOMPOTENT FLAT-FOOTS! [Frank shoots down the chandelier, using the confusion to make his escape]
Officer Walker, stay here with Saxon and hold everything down.
Fair Enough
Officers, let's go!
What about Dad?
He'll come around again. Want anything from the shop?







