Edgar Wright

Police Constable Nicholas Angel: born and schooled in London, graduated Canterbury University in 1993 with a double first in Politics and Sociology. Attended Hendon College of Police Training. Displayed great aptitude in field exercises, notably Urban Pacification and Riot Control. Academically excelled in theoretical course work and final year examinations. Received a Baton of Honour, graduated with distinction into the Metropolitan Police Service and quickly established an effectiveness and popularity within the community. Proceeded to improve skill base with courses in advanced driving… and advanced cycling. He became heavily involved in a number of extra-vocational activities and to this day, he holds the Met record for the hundred metre dash. In 2001, he began active duty with the renowned SO19 Armed Response Unit and received a Bravery Award for efforts in the resolution of Operation Crackdown. In the last twelve months, he has received nine special commendations, achieved highest arrest record for any officer in the Met and sustained three injuries in the line of duty, most recently in December when wounded by a man dressed as Father Christmas.

When I'm around you, I kind of feel like I'm on drugs. Not that I do drugs. Unless you do drugs, in which case I do them all the time. All of them.

Yeah, I think garlic bread would have to be my favourite all-time food. I could eat it for every meal. Or just constantly, without stopping.

We are Sex Bob-Omb and we are here to make you think about death and get sad and stuff.

I have to go pee due to boredom.

I know you play mysterious and aloof just to avoid getting hurt. And I know you have reasons for not wanting talk about your past. I want you to know that I don't care about any of that stuff. Because I'm in lesbians with you.

If I peed my pants would you pretend that I just got wet from the rain?

Hey so, can this not be a one-night stand? For one thing I didn't even get any. That was a joke.

That's it! You cocky cock! You'll pay for your crimes against humanity.

Yeah I know, but she did it without making a big deal out of it or anything… She's fickle, impulsive, spontaneous… God what am I going to do?

Well, Pac-man was originally called Puck-man. They changed it because... Not because Pac-man looks like a hockey puck. "Paku Paku" means "flap your mouth", and they were worried that people would change, scratch out the P turn it into an F, like...

You're pretentious, this club sucks, I have beef. Let's do it.

Hi. I was thinking about asking you out, but then I realized how stupid that would be. So do you want to go out sometime?

I just woke up, and you were in my dream. I dreamt that you were delivering me this package. Is that weird?

Okey. Well, maybe, do you wanna hang out sometime? Get to know each other. You're the new kid on the block, right? I've lived here forever, so there are reasons for you to hang out with me.

Can we please stop all this fighting! Nobody stole anybody. Knives, I dated you and then I dated Ramona. Okay?

Tell me if I'm way off, Buddy. You were a stockbroker. Maybe a different wife, maybe kids. You stack your paper, but you say shit like "work hard, play harder." But you play a little too hard. You rack up debt. The type of debt that'd make a white man blush. Maybe you get into a little trouble. Maybe you get your hand caught in the corporate cookie jar. Maybe you leave and run off to the desert. Maybe with your favourite lap dancer in tow. Maybe you disappear into a world consisting of three things: money, sex, drugs, and action.

Queen, huh? Streisand, now Queen. The fuck? What y'all gonna do? Y'all gonna belt out show tunes on the way to the job?

You're a good driver. You're a bad liar, though. In this business, the moment you catch feelings… is the moment you catch a bullet.

Those pigs are in hog heaven. The only way they can ID us is with a Ouija board or some shit.

Darling, do I look like I know a fucking thing about Barbra fucking Streisand?

Yeah. Watch your mouth.