Hey, what's with the citizen? Police officer, what's the problem? Oh, thank God. He's...

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]

- What is it? - Gas company. - What's the trouble? - Major gas leak in the area. We gotta check out your underground pipes. And for Pete's sakes, don't smoke until we tell you it's okay. Oh, I won't, I won't. It's seeping down into your sewer system. This whole damn block could go. - You got a phone I can use? - Oh, yeah. Right this way. Let's go.