Insight into Faith
Prime Minister: Hello Inspector.
Faith: Hello, your excellency.
Prime Minister: Sorry about your Fiance.
Faith: Life goes on.
Prime Minister: It can get awfully hairy out there. I'm surprised you weren't snapped up sooner for a nice desk job. That's what I'd do.
Faith: I'm afraid I think my office is out on the street.
Prime Minister: Indeed you do! Your arrest record is four hundred percent higher than any other Inspector, which is why it's high time that such... skills... were put to better use. We're giving you a new position.
Faith: I see.
Prime Minister: [mumbles]
Faith: In where, sorry?
Prime Minister: In Amber..
Faith: But that's out of my jurisdiction.
Prime Minister: Yes! Lovely! There is a Begman Embassy There. You can help the Ambassador.
Faith: Isn't there a position here in Begma?
Prime Minister: Oh, no.
Faith: Can I remain here as a consultant?
Prime Minister: No.
Faith: Do I have any choice in this?
Prime Minister: No!
Faith: Your Excellency, I kinda like it here.
Prime Minister: Well, you've always wanted a transfer to somewhere quiet.
Faith: In five hundred years or so, yes.
Prime Minister: Well done you.
(With apologies to Hot Fuzz)