Joan Thursday : How's Mum?
DI Fred Thursday : Half out of her mind with worry. You could have called just to set her mind at rest.
Joan Thursday : I couldn't. She'd have got around me.
DI Fred Thursday : Would that have been the end of the world?
Joan Thursday : See? That's why I had to go. If I come home, what then? Back to the nine to five? Tea in front of the telly, the Saturday dates with some nice boy who won't try and put his hand up my skirt.
DI Fred Thursday : Joan.
Joan Thursday : Is that what you want me to be? The engagement party, Uncle Charlie's blue jokes at the wedding, two-up two-down on some new estate, every house the same, with a pram in the hall?
DI Fred Thursday : Why not? We'd have been glad of something like that, your mother and me. You're too young to remember but... our first two years of married life after I'd come back from the war, we lived with your nan and granddad over the ironmonger's. Moved into the prefab, we thought we'd won the pools.
Joan Thursday : I'm not you and Mum. And it's not your life, it's mine.
DI Fred Thursday : I'm her father.
Ray Morton : Right. Pleased to meet you. Do you want me to come back?
Joan Thursday : Take no notice. He's just leaving.
DI Fred Thursday : I'm not done here.
Ray Morton : Oh, I think you are, mate.
DI Fred Thursday : Is this really what you want? Well... You've made your bed.