I knew I'd bump into you around here somewhere. I want answers, cherry cakes. I love you....

Frank Drebin: I knew I'd bump into you around here somewhere. I want answers, cherry cakes. Tanya Peters: I love you. Frank Drebin: Wrong answer. I've dropped out of the sap of the month club a long time ago. Now, listen to me, angel drawers, you've got one last chance. And I don't mean one of those Major League Baseball, Steve Howe kind of last chances. Now, where is Jane? Tanya Peters: I swear I don't know. Frank Drebin: All right, then, where's the bomb? Tanya Peters: It's in the Best Picture envelope. Oh, Mr. Drebin, I wanna go straight. I'm tired of the lies. Oh, kiss me. Please kiss me. I've never kissed lips so innocent, so pure. [she kisses him; as he sits down, she pulls the straps of her dress down and his eyes widen as he sees she has a penis; breaking the fourth wall and looking at the audience, he gags and runs out of the room] Security Guard: [elsewhere, talking to Ed and Nordberg] He looked a little like Phil Donahue; white hair... [Frank runs past] Security Guard: That's the guy!