Detective Sergeant Jim Bergerac: [Drunk] Let me tell you my good man. The whole world is a sandwich.
Charlie Hungerford: Well, he buys me a drink. Now and then.So long as I pay for it myself.
Detective Sergeant Jim Bergerac: I must remember not to let him buy me one.
Detective Sergeant Jim Bergerac: Jersey is an island. It's nine miles by five. And if you drive *very* slowly, you can take a whole hour to go right round it. But when you get back, there's still the same old restaurants and bars, discos and boutiques. Same sad faces waiting to be faced. Jersey is some kind of prison.
Det. Insp. Barney Crozier: He can't spell commitment.
Charlotte: That's my fault.I thought he'd got it wrong.