John Kennedy Toole - A Confederacy of Dunces (Chap. 5.3) lyrics

Patrolman Mancuso had tried a little moonlighting in his effort to apprehend someone, anyone for the sergeant. After dropping off his aunt from the bowling alley, he had stopped in the bar on his own to see what he could turn up. What had turned up was these three terrifying girls who had struck him. He touched the bandage on his head as he entered the precinct to see the sergeant, who had summoned him. “What happened to you, Mancuso?” the sergeant screamed when he saw the bandage. “I fell down.” “That sounds like you. If you knew anything about your job, you'd be in bars tipping us off on people like those three girls we brought in last night.” “Yes, sir.” “I don't know what who*e give you the tip on this Night of Joy, but our boys have been in there almost every night and they haven't turned up anything.” “Well, I thought...” “Shut up. You gave us a phony lead. You know what we do to people give us a phony lead?” “No.” “We put them in the rest room at the bus station.” “Yes, sir.” “You stay in the booths there eight hours a day until you bring somebody in.” “Okay.” “Don't say ‘okay.' Say ‘yes, sir.' Now get outta here and go look in your locker. You're a farmer today.”