On a lonely country road:
AD: “Dispatch, we’re gonna need some help finding this address. Can you get us a flagdown?”
Monosynaptic Dullard On The Console: “Uuuhhh… stand by.”
Skinny: “This dude is clueless. We look like idiots driving around like this.”
MDC: “Uuuhhh, CCT 586? Are there any sheriff’s deputies around?”
AD: “If there were any fucking deputies around, I’d be asking them and not dicking around with your stupid ass, you worthless cretin.”
Skinny (wide-eyed): “Uuuhhh… dude.”
AD: “I didn’t have the mike keyed. I’m subversive, not stupid.”
Skinny: “Seriously, that dude needs to spend a couple of weeks on an ambulance, just to get a taste of his own medicine.”
AD: “Never work. They’d have to replace him with another dispatcher, so he’d never experience the pain of being dispatched by someone like himself.”