Fiona Fielding: It takes seventeen muscles to smile, Mr Halford, and over thirty-four to scowl.
Jack Halford: I like to keep fit.
Det. Supt. Sandra Pullman: Now, give this one a chance; try to keep an open mind, OK?
[moves to undo her mother's seatbelt]
Grace Pullman: I can manage!
Det. Supt. Sandra Pullman: Fine.
Grace Pullman: You can be very childish at times.
Det. Supt. Sandra Pullman: Oh, and insisting on going here, to this place where someone was murdered, that's maturity, is it?
Grace Pullman: Don't know that for sure.
Det. Supt. Sandra Pullman: I do. I'm certain of it. So you are not moving into a place when the person who did it is probably still there.
Grace Pullman: Oh, this means you care, does it?
Det. Supt. Sandra Pullman: No, no. No, it means I'm selfish just like you said. Because if anybody's going to have the pleasure of murdering you then it bloody well deserves to be me!
Grace Pullman: You know what's odd about this place?
Det. Supt. Sandra Pullman: No, but I'm sure you'll tell me.
Grace Pullman: There's no history of us. No photos; I've checked; I've been through every room, even your bedroom.
Det. Supt. Sandra Pullman: You went into my bedroom?
Grace Pullman: Not even one of your father. Now, that did surprise me; I thought you'd have one of him for sure. I've never understood that, that ability to be alone, that pride in your independence that shuts everyone out. Even your own family. I had hoped when he died that we'd grow closer together but you just moved further apart, until in the end you *were* him, another police officer rejecting me all over again.
Det. Supt. Sandra Pullman: I am trying, mum.
Grace Pullman: I know. But we're too far apart to keep living this close. You can come and visit me, when you want.
Det. Supt. Sandra Pullman: Yeah. Yeah, I will. I promise.
Grace Pullman: You're not folding that right.
Gerry Standing: [as they pull up to Whitemead] There you go; the Bates Motel.
Brian Lane: Just don't take a shower, eh.
Grace Pullman: You're lying to your boss; you're up to something. And now that I've embarrassed him into leaving he can't ask any more awkward questions, can he?
Det. Supt. Sandra Pullman: And embarrassing me in the process, that was just the icing, wasn't it?
Grace Pullman: Yes.