He thinks the cop twists his arms behind his back a little harder than he really needs to, but Newt's not exactly in a position to tell him to stop being a dick. It's not until they're shoving him in the backseat of the car and he smacks his head going in--he swears that was on purpose, too--that he makes another complaint. "Dude, seriously? I get my face slammed onto a bar and you're arresting us, that's kind of backwards, don't you think? You could at least be gentle with me."

The cop doesn't even answer, just rolls his eyes which Newt had pretty much expected because clearly these guys don't have their heads on very straight. He heaves an irritated sigh as he shifts in attempt to get comfortable on the seat, ending up with the back of his head against the window as he watches Chuck and Big O get subjected to the same treatment.

He leans to the side a bit to get a better look at both of them and all of a sudden, the whole situation seems nothing less than hilarious. He snorts, ignoring the looks of ire that are coming his way, and offers a dopey smile. "Thanks for a great night, guys."