Get out of here.

Frank DiGiorgio:
Hey, what's with the citizen? [Harry turns the car around and approaches a restaurant, with a worried-looking waiter outside. Harry addresses the waiter as he pulls up] Harry Callahan:
Police officer, what's the problem? Waiter #1:
Oh, thank God. He's inside. [he turns to go back into the restaurant] Waiter #1:
[Harry looks at him puzzedly, doesn't move] Waiter #1:
[noticing Harry isn't following him]
Come on, it's a heart attack! Harry Callahan:
[to Digorgio]
Wait here. Waiter #1:
Make some room, please. Please move aside. Please, move aside, this is an emergency. [Harry and the waiter continue into the restaurant] Waiter #1:
Excuse us, please. Would you Please move over. Would you please give us room. [to the owner] Waiter #1:
He's a police officer. Restaurant Owner:
Police? But where's the ambulance? Waiter #2:
[to Harry]
This poor man's had a heart attack. I think he's still breathing, though. Harry Callahan:
[gazes down at the man on the floor, then begins kicking him in the ribs]
Come on, Get up. Get up! Get up. Come on. Waiter #2:
What are you doing? Harry Callahan:
[continuing]
Come on, get up, get up, Get up! Come on! [Harry grabs him by the tie and yanks him to his feet] Restaurant Customer:
[shocked]
I say! Harry Callahan:
[pulling the man out of the restaurant by his tie]
Party's over. Freddie the Fainter:
Thanks a lot, Harry. Harry Callahan:
What are you squawking about? You got the free meal, didn't you? Freddie the Fainter:
Yeah, but I always enjoy that ride in the ambulance. Harry Callahan:
Get out of here. [shoves him away]