"As always, should you or any of your IM Force be caught or killed, the Secretary will disavow any knowledge of your actions. This tape/disc will self-destruct in five/ten seconds. Good luck, Dan/Jim."

"The ending:"

"IMF Agent Rusty the cat: MEEEOW {Snarls}"

"Frederick Redpath: My name is Frederick Redpath. It has been for the last eleven years."

"Morse: Different policemen have different methods, Mrs Lapsley"

"Mrs Dawson: Patrick thinks you're a very good detective. A poor policeman, and a very good detective."

"Morse: Well, I think I'll go for a walk. What about you?"

"Constable: I was over the way ... and there was this car..."

"Lewis: (Noticing Inspector Hillian's drinking) The way he knocks it back, it's a wonder he lived to collect an OBE."

"Morse: (to Lewis) Go and see it! You'll love it...it's got a dragon."

"Morse: No, I don't join groups. I'm even thinking of leaving the choir."

"Morse: Toscanini? Arturo Toscanini? That's the WORST recording of 'The Magic Flute' there's ever been! I wouldn't even let it in the house!"

"Hugo deVries: I am Zoroastro; YOU are Monostatos!"

"Hugo deVries: I like being dead. It takes the strain out of living."

"Lewis: (admiring DeVries' Jaguar) Nice car!"

"Hugo deVries: You're sweating, Morse. It's most disagreeable."

"Morse: With a man like deVries, you have to look INSIDE the coffin!"

"Lewis: (to Bottomley) Like a game of chess, do you, Sir?"

"Morse: You'd better start by rolling your trouser-leg up, Lewis. DCI Bottomley is a grand master, a grander master that I."

"Lewis: You go trampling about, don't you. You think you're so clever, but sometimes you're a bloody fool!"

"Morse: That's our man, alright!"

"George: The electrics are up the chute, for a start."

"Lewis: Do you fancy a pint, Sir?"

"Morse: That's it, Lewis! You're a genius!"

"Mrs Radford: So, Morse, must the evil that men do live on after them?"

"Lewis: The last shall be first and the first shall be last"

"Butler: Your name, Sir?"

"Lewis: You'll never believe this, Sir. We have to visit a brewery!"

"Lewis: Goodbye, sir."

"Sandra Harrison: John was supposed to come 'round to my flat, but he phoned to say he was working late. I could tell he was lying, so I dialed 1-4-7-1. It was my parents' house. He was a man you had to... share, if you wanted him at all. And I wanted him, ever since he did some work at the house."

"Morse: Thank...Lewis...for me."

"Chief Supt. Strange: [referring to Morse's letter to Yvonne Harrison] He's always been an independent sod, Lewis. If he had told you about it, he would have felt that he was letting himself down in your eyes. And he didn't want that, Lewis. He didn't want that."

"Morse: Isn't it your round?"

"Woman: What's your first name?"

"Morse: I think it frets the saints in heaven to see how many desolate creatures upon the earth have learned the simple dues of fellowship and social comfort in a hospital. Who said that?"

"Chief Supt. Strange: Angel of Death flutters it's wings over his head has it?"

"Chief Supt. Strange: Hello Morse, bearing up are we?"

"Adele Cecil: This anagram, "around eve" — I've tried and I've tried, but all I can come up with is "Endeavour". And no-one's called Endeavour, surely?"

"Chief Supt. Strange: You better have a doctor present. We don’t want him having another heart attack in police custody. Ha, mind you if he ups and dies it will save us the expense of a trial."

"Morse: Where were you Dr Harding?"

"Dr. Hobson: Well, I'm not here to see the bouncy castle!"

"Mrs Baydon: Gwladys’s marriage was not a success."

"Lewis: Sergeants aren't allowed to think. Not in the Thames Valley Police."

"Gwladys Probert: I'm sorry, luvvy. You sound like you're giving the weather forecast."

"Morse: This is meant to be a simple handover, no heroics. Barry will be expecting something like that."