"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."

"Lewis: Morning sir."

"Lewis: Shame to waste them, Sir. Red roses - one of the most expensive flowers around."

"Mr Neally (solicitor): My client just sat there and confessed?"

"Morse: If Michael Steppings was monstrous, he was MADE monstrous!"

"Chief Supt. Strange: There's one thing I don't understand! Why haven't I met this Steppings? Anyone 'nouveau riche' is only too quick to knock on the door of society these days."

"Michael Steppings: You could go anywhere you wanted to."

"Dr Feltham: Why is it, Chief Inspector, that doctors make the worst patients?"

"Chief Supt. Strange: Get youself down there, matey. And give him hell!"

"Michael Steppings: I didn't kill that man, Mr Morse"

"Morse: It's 'magpie music' - a bit here, a bit there..."

"Morse: What's that..? Play that bit again, Lewis. That's the Hallelujah Chorus! ... conducted by Sir Adrian Boult!"

"Morse: No-one can imagine another's pain, Robbie"

"Morse: If you're going to retire, Holroyd, just go ahead and do it!"

"Supt. Strange: Teenagers are like creatures from another planet."

"Supt. Strange: Kids are like Special Branch. You don't know what the blighters are up to!"

"Morse: I'm sorry - it isn't beer, it's coffee. But then again, it isn't coffee!"

"Sgt Cheetham: Chasing a madman around a greenhouse - what a waste of time!"

"Morse: (to Cheetham) To you, it's 'Sir', sonny!"

"Mrs Cryer: Apparently, the British public like their widows in black."

"Morse: We go directly to Jail!"

"Morse: Faking it until the end, Clark?"

"Morse: When I'm ready, Mr Clark. I'll speak to you when I'm ready."

"Lewis: What is again, Sir?"

"Russell Clark: You're not in the chorus yet, but you're part of the show."

"Morse: It's something that I read in a book!"

"James Balcombe: You haven't been saying silly things, have you Mummy, to the police?"

"Morse: I was precise and I was courteous."

"Charlie's Photographer: What's that music?"

"McGregor: It's a Sergeant Lewis, Master William! Fa' th' polis!"

"Susan Fallon: Did you hate me ...?"

"Morse: It was Mrs. Fallon I knew - before she became Mrs Fallon. We were engaged to be married."

"Supt. Strange: You said it was suicide, Morse. Then some GP comes down from Ben Nevis, waving some pages of A4 - and everything changes!"

"Lewis: ...and my name's Robert. My friends call me 'Robbie'."

"Ann Harding: You're a bastard, Morse."

"Morse: They don't spell Australian beer with four X's out of ignorance!"

"Morse: Almost operatic. Greek Tragedy. You should try the Classice sometime, Lewis. Sex is never simple there: there's pleasure, then there's payment. Retribution."

"Tuckerman: This is the time of the high-fliers, Inspector. Only the brain-dead stay on the ground."

"Tuckerman: Wouldn't you think they'd simply jump at the chance to show it abroad. Think of the media blitz there'd be!"

"Morse: Watch the mouth: it gives away what the face is trying to hide."