Reminds me of this classic UK comedy scetch with Rowan Atkinson (aka Mr Bean):-
Constable Savage (UK policeman) comedy scetch.
Savage: You wanted to see me, Sir?
Insp: Ah, Constable Savage... Come in, shut the door. Now then, Savage. I want to talk to you about some charges that you've been bringing lately. I think that perhaps you're being a little overzealous.
Savage: Which charges do you mean, Sir?
Insp: Well, for instance, this one: "Loitering with intent to use a pedestrian crossing." Savage, maybe you're not aware of this, but it is not illegal to use a pedestrian crossing, neither is "smelling of foreign food" an offence.
Savage: You sure, Sir?
Insp: Also, there is no law against "urinating in a public convienience" or "coughing without due care and attention."
Savage: If you say so, Sir...
Insp: Yes I do say so, Savage! Don't they teach you anything at training school? (Savage takes out his pen & notebook) Ta, ta, ta... No, put that away! Some of these cases are just plain stupid: "looking at me ina funny way"... Is this some kind of joke, Savage?
Savage: No, Sir!
Insp: And we have some more here: "walking on the cracks in the pavement", "walking in a loud shirt in a built up area during the hours of darkness" and "walking around with an offensive wife". In short, Savage, in the space of one month, you have brought 117 ridiculous trumped up and ludicrous charges.
Savage: Yes, Sir.
Insp: Against the same man, Savage...
Savage: Yes, Sir.
Insp: A Mr Winston Codogo of 55, Mercer Road.
Savage: Yes, Sir.
Insp: Sit down, Savage.
Savage: Yes, Sir.
Insp: Savage, why do you keep arresting this man?
Savage: He's a villain, Sir!
Insp: A villain?
Savage: And a jailbird, Sir.
Insp: I know he's a jailbird, Savage! He's down in the cells now. We're holding him on a charge of "posession of curly black hair and thick lips"!
Savage: Ah! Well there you are, Sir!
Insp: You arrested him, Savage!
Savage: Thank you, Sir!
Insp: Savage, would I be correct in assuming that Mr Codogo is a coloured gentleman?
Savage: Well I can't say I've ever noticed, Sir.
Insp: Stand up, Savage! Savage, you're a biggot. It's officers like you that give the police force a bad name. The press love to jump on incidents like this! And the reputation of the force can be permanently tarnished. Your whole time on duty is dominated by racial hatred and petty personal vendettas. Do you get some kind of perverted gratification from going around stirring up trouble?
Savage: Yes, Sir!
Insp: There's no room for men like you in my force, Savage. I'm transferring you to the SPG.
Savage: Thank you very much, Sir!
Insp: Now get out!
Savage: Sorry, Sir.