- [Following a tip-off, Regan and Carter have just spent a freezing night waiting for a robbery to take place in Sudbury, north west London, only to learn that it actually happened in Sunbury, south west London]
- Det. Chief Insp. Frank Haskins: Just one letter out - or about eighteen miles as the crow flies.
- Det. Insp. Jack Regan: Stupid pratt.
- Det. Chief Insp. Frank Haskins: Your snout either needs elocution lessons or his ears syringing.
- Det. Insp. Jack Regan: With sulphuric acid!
- [Carter and Alison's final conversation in the park before she is killed in a hit-and-run accident. Carter shows Alison a brown paper bag]
- Alison Carter: What are they?
- Det. Sgt. George Carter: Lychees.
- Alison Carter: You're joking!
- Det. Sgt. George Carter: Titter ye not, Madam.
- [Alison grabs the bag excitedly and then looks disappointed as she peers in it]
- Alison Carter: There's only five.
- Det. Sgt. George Carter: I'm only a sergeant.
- Alison Carter: What d'you do with them?
- Det. Sgt. George Carter: [fake French accent] Well first you peel them, you see, and then you throw them away.
- Det. Sgt. George Carter: [normal voice] What d'you think you do? You eat them!
- Alison Carter: They're like king-size grapes.
- Det. Sgt. George Carter: No wonder the Chinese are so thin!
- [pause]
- Det. Sgt. George Carter: They always remind me of fingers I saw once in the mortuary - after the quacks had peeled off the skins to reconstruct the prints.