From The Files Of Police Squad-...: The Naked Gun -

Vex snarls. She leaps onto a jet ski. Frank tries to follow, but his foot gets stuck in a mooring rope. He’s dragged face-first through the harbor, past a wedding barge, under a drawbridge, and finally deposited onto a beach where a children’s puppet show is in progress.

Frank freezes. He grabs the rubber chicken, holds it to his ear like a phone.

(to kids) Nobody drink the water. Or the sports drink. Or the pudding cups. Actually, just stick to air.

That’s… a very aggressive juice box. The Naked Gun - From The Files Of Police Squad-...

(into chicken) Yes, operator, I’d like to make a collect call to 1974. No, I’ll hold.

The legendary Frank Drebin. You just destroyed three tons of my prototype energy drink.

Oh. Right. I may have swapped your guidance chip with a coupon for free breadsticks. It happens. Vex snarls

(stunned) What?

(smiles) Oh, I’m not selling drinks, Lieutenant. I’m selling thirst .

She presses a remote. The dock splits open. A missile rises from below, painted like a juice box. He’s dragged face-first through the harbor, past a

Suddenly, floodlights snap on. A sleek yacht pulls up. Out steps VICTORIA VEX (40s, razor-sharp cheekbones, dress that costs more than Frank’s salary). She claps slowly.

Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to step away from the beverage.