DCI John Barnaby: [Referring to the decapitated Dagliesh] So, uh, starting with the obvious, did this Dagliesh have any enemies?
DCI Tom Barnaby: God, John, he had ONLY enemies.
DCI John Barnaby: So he won't be missed?
DCI Tom Barnaby: Heh, no. They'll be dancing in the streets.
DCI John Barnaby: [Sarcastically] Log it in as a shaving accident then.
Rev Giles Shawcross: [Turning to Barnaby, who is sitting next to him on the bus] Have you ever been really terrified?
DCI Tom Barnaby: [Tongue-in-cheek] Not until now, Giles.
Hugh Dalgleish: Hello, Marcia. Lady Bracknell at home, is she?
Marcia Macintyre: [stiffly] I believe Matilda's expecting you.
Hugh Dalgleish: Jolly good. You be careful. Don't crack a smile or anything.
DC Gail Stephens: What you got there?
DS Ben Jones: Couple of years ago the Governor suspected Mayor Hicks of a dodgy property deal, so he's kept this file on him. Complaints mainly. Wants me to search for anything interesting.
DC Gail Stephens: He's obsessed.
DS Ben Jones: No. Just sick of petty corruption downtown. And obsessed.
DCI John Barnaby: [about Lady Matilda] Talk about a dinosaur,
DCI Tom Barnaby: Yeah, got one in every village, John. They deter social change.
DCI John Barnaby: That one would deter evolution.
Lady Matilda William: Well, things to be done. Duties. Always duties. You will excuse us.
DCI Tom Barnaby: Lady Matilda.
Lady Matilda William: Come along, Richard. People to visit; gardens to tend.
DCI Tom Barnaby: [When Jenny asks a favor of Barnaby and puts her hand on his kneee, he removes it] That's not really my area.
Lady Matilda William: [Reacting to a proposal from Dagleish] It's wrong. My God would say it's wrong.
Hugh Dalgleish: Just as well. You own his church then even if you can't afford his roof.
Jenny Russell: [Yelling at her ex-husband Bill, whom she has thrown off the bus] And if I ever see you in Causton again, I'll chop your bits off.
DS Ben Jones: [to the uncooperative bank manager] The Law is like The Bible. You can always find one quote to contradict another.
Rev Giles Shawcross: That ruined pier... it says a thousand things.
Lady Matilda William: Like what?
Rev Giles Shawcross: Well, the futility of man's efforts at self-aggrandisement, moral decline...
Lady Matilda William: It says the pier burnt down. Good God, no wonder the church is empty! Now, go and find Marcia and tell her I want a cup of tea.