Sam: What year is it supposed to be?
Hunt: What year do you think it is, son?
Sam: It's 2007. And who the hell are you?
Hunt: Gene Hunt. Welcome aboard, come on in, we'll get you all set up.
[The American version of the smash against the wall]
Hunt: You listen to me... I've had a coupla bad experiences with time travelers, so I'm in no fucking mood! This is MY Department, it's 1972, and that concludes your orientation.
Sam: Get your hands off me!
Hunt: My hands aren't on you. This is affection, If my hands were on you it would be like this.
Do you know, one would like to sneer, but that could be quite good.
ETA - some people on the community think it's a hoax - could be. Perhaps more likely it's a sample included with a 'treatment' just to move things along a bit