Dora Wexford: It was as blue as the patch on a Dutch boy's breeches.
Owen Struther: [Disparagingly to Wexford] Oh, little man! Little man! I'm a good judge of men and you're a very small man, Inspector!
Pub Landlord: What do you take me for?
Det. Insp. Burden: [Contemptuously] A lot of things, Mr. Dixon, and none of them very nice!