A Touch of Frost

"Frost: (Desk Sgt walking in with files) Don't give me anymore of that stuff, just burn it."

"Frost: Cover your animals eyes and lock up your children, Mr Mullett is making another one of his television appearances."

"Frost: You seem to have a nice little insurance policy, in a bloody big file!"

"Mrs Compton: You think I give a damn about the money?"

"Landlord: (In a lift) He won't like it you know."

"Superintendent Mullett: And CID are happy with that, are they? The thought that burglars can plunder the town at will?"

"Superintendent Mullett: A superintendent has quite enough to do without worrying about crime."

"Frost: Clark, tragic news I'm afraid. Your goldfish is about to OD on cocaine."

"Superintendent Mullett: Well I hope the incident was sensitively handled."

"Superintendent Mullett: I'm moving DC Turner elsewhere."

"Frost: Here, by the way, what do you think of me new jacket?"

"Frost: (Sheepishly) I need to talk to him about Ben Cornish."

"Building owner: Who's going to pay for all this?"

"Frost: And you don't know him very well?"

"Superintendent Mullett: Laying one's self bare in public is not conducive to good policing."

"Frost: Look at that! It's either blood or a messy eater, eh?"

"Superintendent Mullett: No?"