DS James Hathaway: I feel there's something more. "By the pricking of my thumbs."
DI Robert Lewis: Don't tell me: Shakespeare.
DS James Hathaway: Bravo.
DI Robert Lewis: I'm getting sick of bloody Shakespeare.
DI Robert Lewis: I need a drink.
DS James Hathaway: You just had a cup of tea.
DI Robert Lewis: It was herbal.
DS James Hathaway: Oh, you *do* need a drink.
Dr. Laura Hobson: Found this note on the body.
DI Robert Lewis: "Neither a borrower nor a lender be." Shakespeare?
Dr. Laura Hobson: Hamlet.
DI Robert Lewis: Wrong play.
Dr. Laura Hobson: Well, this is Oxford.
DI Robert Lewis: Don't I bloody know it.
DI Robert Lewis: These actors, they're like some old-fashioned criminal gang: close-knit, incestuous. Cardinal sin is grassing on your mates.
DS James Hathaway: Like the police force.
Ch. Supt. Innocent: I'll pretend I didn't hear that.
Phil Beaumont: The name might not mean much to you now, but give it time, it might mean even less.
DS James Hathaway: I know this may sound like a silly question, but do you actually like anybody in Oxford?
Phil Beaumont: I'll get back to you on that.
Simon Monkford: [Seeing Hathaway at the door] Invite the sergeant in, Christine. We've been lifetime friends since yesterday afternoon.
Professor Denise Gregson: God, you sound so like a policeman!
DI Robert Lewis: That's because I am a bloody policeman!
Amanda Costello: [On the phone as she exits a cab] When can we meet? I need all the dirt and only the best quality will do... Well, it may be murder and mayhem to you, darling, but it's bread and butter to me.
Graham Wilkinson: I was wondering if I could pick your mind?
DI Robert Lewis: Maybe, if you could find them. It's been a long day.