Andrew Foyle: Sam, why don't we get married?
Samantha Stewart: What!
Andrew Foyle: I mean it. You don't know what you're going to do, I don't know what I'm going to do, surely it makes sense to not know what we're going to do together.
Samantha Stewart: Is that why you invited me down here?
Andrew Foyle: Don't get angry with me.
Samantha Stewart: I said I'd be your friend, I said I'd see you again, but that's all... It's unfair to ask for more. Especially in so unromantic a fashion.
Andrew Foyle: All right. But I might as well tell you, I'm going to work on you, Sam, until one day you'll change your mind about me, and forgive me for being such a bloody fool. And you *will* marry me.
Samantha Stewart: Oh yes?
Andrew Foyle: If only because you'd secretly love to have my dad as your father-in-law.
Samantha Stewart: They said you drove Milner and his wife to the hospital, sir?
DCS Christopher Foyle: I did.
Samantha Stewart: But I thought you couldn't drive. Are you telling me that all these years...?
DCS Christopher Foyle: Well, I've never actually ever at any time said I couldn't drive, I mean, I just preferred not to.
Samantha Stewart: S-so you never really needed me?
DCS Christopher Foyle: I wouldn't say that.
DCS Christopher Foyle: Having evaded the draft, murdered a member of the medical profession, tried to avoid detection to feather your own nest, I'd have said that you were a born politician. But the law being what it is, hanging is perhaps the very best way you can serve your country.
Sgt. Paul Milner: How was the committee?
DCS Christopher Foyle: Well, a complete waste of time. A lot of talk about nothing in particular, no action at the end of it, so more or less as expected really.
Hilda Pierce: You like to inhabit dangerous territory, Mr Foyle.
DCS Christopher Foyle: Well, not by choice.
Hilda Pierce: Well, this time even you should tread carefully. I've stuck my neck out for you, and I have to say I felt a very cold breeze indeed. Operation Tiger, does that mean anything to you?
DCS Christopher Foyle: M-might.
Hilda Pierce: Slapton Sands in Devon.
DCS Christopher Foyle: What happened there?
Hilda Pierce: Nothing happened there. That's the official verdict, and that's the way it shall remain for many years to come.
DCS Christopher Foyle: Unofficially?
Hilda Pierce: You never spoke to me, I never gave you this, and it would be better if nobody ever found out you knew anything about it.
DCS Christopher Foyle: All right.
Hilda Pierce: Just remember: a war always hides a great many dirty secrets. This has been a long war, and this secret's very dirty indeed.
Andrew Foyle: All hell's breaking loose outside. You ought to come and join us.
Samantha Stewart: I will. I'm going to dance *all* night.
Andrew Foyle: Will you dance with me?
Samantha Stewart: I'll dance with anybody.
Samantha Stewart: But especially you.
Andrew Foyle: You coming, Dad?
DCS Christopher Foyle: No, I'll catch you up. You go on.
Andrew Foyle: Alright.
Samantha Stewart: Are you sure? We'll never find you.
DCS Christopher Foyle: I'll make sure you do. Off you go.
Samantha Stewart: Andrew.
Hilda Pierce: You said you wanted my help; that makes a pleasant change.
DCS Christopher Foyle: Well, since you've been so very unhelpful on two separate occasions during the course of the war so far, I thought I'd give you the opportunity to make up for it.
Hilda Pierce: Point taken.
DCS Christopher Foyle: What's going on?
Sgt Brooke: Oh, nothing, sir. It's, uh, in the... It's just a, a cartoon, sir. You probably don't read it. Jane.
DCS Christopher Foyle: Jane, right. Not a stitch on today, so I see. You'd probably notice that.
Sgt Brooke: Yes, sir. The, uh, lads and I were just commenting on it. I suppose it's, uh, to mark the end of the war.
DCS Christopher Foyle: Well, not a moment too soon, if that's anything to go by.
Ray Ingleton: So, convince me.
Samantha Stewart: I'm sorry?
Ray Ingleton: Six words, a slogan that I can't resist; one that would persuade me to take you on.
Samantha Stewart: Umm... Well, Umm...
Ray Ingleton: Can't keep the client waiting, Miss Stewart.
Samantha Stewart: Umm... Sam Stewart, she gets the job done.
Ray Ingleton: *Seven* words...
Andrew Foyle: Poor Dad, it could only happen to you.
DCS Christopher Foyle: What do you mean?
Andrew Foyle: The whole country preparing for a giant knees up and once again you're stuck with the body in the library.
DCS Christopher Foyle: It was in the museum.
Michael Brown: [Annoyed] I don't know, really; dragging me back here on a Sunday!
DCS Christopher Foyle: [Sarcastically] So inconsiderate getting yourself murdered on a weekend, isn't it?
Andrew Foyle: In all this time you've hardly changed at all.
Samantha Stewart: Really?
Andrew Foyle: But I have.
Major John Kiefer: Funny thing about war, Christopher: people change. Or are you the only one who remained above it all?