B is for the British Empire
I once dreamt that I was sitting in the Marriott Center with my aunt, when two officers from the BYU police department approached us.
“We arrest you in the name of Her Majesty!”
“Deuces!” I exclaimed, “I always suspected that the University police were loyal to the Crown!”
“Hail Britannia!” they rejoined.
(I don’t know what part of my subconscious writes the dialogue for my dreams, but “I always suspected that the University police were loyal to the Crown!” is one of my favorite lines, ever.)