D.C.I. Tom Barnaby: Ghost! What's the world coming to, Joyce? Half a paragraph on the crime, and a whole page on something that doesn't exist.
Sgt. Gavin Troy: Nice lad, but get a load of this - he's gonna get paid more for playing me than I am for being me.
D.C.I. Tom Barnaby: [to a dog] You are sitting in my chair. And you're probably wearing my socks, aren't you, eh?
D.C.I. Tom Barnaby: Rule number... where are we up to now?
Nico: Uh, seven, sir.
D.C.I. Tom Barnaby: Rule number seven. Never use the indicator. Keeps the other drivers on their toes. Is that right, Troy?