[riding in Morse's car, listening to opera aria]
Detective Sergeant Lewis: I liked that, it was good. What was it?
Chief Inspector Morse: That, Lewis, was Maria Callas.
Detective Sergeant Lewis: Was it from "Cats"?
Chief Inspector Morse: No it most certainly was not.
Detective Sergeant Lewis: The wife wants to go to "Cats". Dunno why, she's allergic to them.
[arriving at Hanbury House]
Chief Inspector Morse: Restored of course - look at that window.
Detective Sergeant Lewis: All that stonework, must take months to do the pointing.
Chief Inspector Morse: You're not a bloody mason, are you?
Detective Sergeant Lewis: No such luck - I might have been a Chief Inspector by now if I was.
Chief Inspector Morse: "Were", Lewis, if you "were". You'll never get on if you can't master your subjunctives. Keep touching your forelock, we may be back in Oxford before lunch.
Detective Sergeant Lewis: Shouldn't that be "might"?
Chief Inspector Morse: Get an ambulance to Hanbury House fast as you can. Some fool in a sports car just smashed into a tree!
Detective Sergeant Lewis: [as Lady Hanbury and Dr. Russell leave separately] Lovely woman, that.
Chief Inspector Morse: That's not a woman, Lewis, that's a Lady.
Detective Sergeant Lewis: Dr. Russell, I mean.
Chief Inspector Morse: You see, Sir Julius wasn't murdered. He fell from a great height, physically and morally. He committed suicide. We've been led up the garden path here, Lewis. A very pretty garden and a highly picturesque path.
Chief Inspector Morse: Now lets get to the bottom of all this aristocratic flummery.