From 'Mrs. Rosco P. Coltrane':
Mama Coltrane: Rosco P. Coltrane, you can't get married. You ain't ready yet.
Rosco: Well, Mama, I'm 48 years old.
Mama Coltrane: True, but you still don't pick your clothes up...your socks don't match...and you still squeeze your toothpaste from the middle.
Rosco: But, Mama, you don't understand, I want a wife!
Mama Coltrane: When you was five, you wanted a fire engine...and look how fine you growed up without it.
Rosco: All them other kids had a fire engine.
Mama Coltrane: So now you got a police car. Eat!