Clarky: What'll it be?
DCI Tom Barnaby: Well, what do you recommend?
Clarky: You have the look, sir, of an escapee from the Manor Spa.
DCI Tom Barnaby: Yeah, well, that's exactly what I am.
Clarky: Then I advise a pint of Old Curmudgeon; five point one ABV, and it'll bring down a soya bean at two hundred yards.
DCI Tom Barnaby: Oh, that sounds perfect.
Clarky: And if you're peckish, we do a *Re*-tox menu.
Miranda Bedford: Luke Archibald has found some loophole in the deeds whereby I can't use the drive of my own house.
DCI Tom Barnaby: Oh, so that's the reason for the bad feeling between you two.
Carter Smith: Tip o' the iceberg, my friend.
Dr. Bullard: [to Barnaby] Cheer up, Tom. Looks like you might have a murder after all.
Joyce Barnaby: This is weird.
Cully Barnaby: It is. So, Dad, what now?
DCI Tom Barnaby: What now? I'm going to have my cake and eat it.
DCI Tom Barnaby: [Reading sign to Joyce] 'Your tranquility is ours.' What does that mean?
Julian Woodley: [to Barnaby] I'm not a technology person. I'm a people person, and that's what this place needs - people skills.