- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: [looking at photograph] Oh my God! I remember when this was taken. I'd only been on the force two weeks.
- Detective William Murdoch: You remember that?
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: I'd just arrested Margaret.
- Detective William Murdoch: Your wife!
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: She'd got into a tiff over the lunch special at Maizie's. Such a tart tongue; full of sass even then.
- [last lines]
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: You have to give the bugger credit for his guts, though. Not many men would have fallen on his sword for a friend.
- Detective William Murdoch: Actually, sir, he seemed... relieved, to get it off of his chest.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: is that how you felt? Confessing about Constance Gardiner?
- Detective William Murdoch: I suppose so. Yes. I did break the law.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: You chose justice over the law. You did right, Murdoch. By her... and by me. Good night.
- Detective William Murdoch: Good night, sir.
- [first lines]
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Bloody hell! How much longer do we have to put up with this racket?
- Detective William Murdoch: Not too long, sir. They just need to break up the concrete so they can lay the drainpipe.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Newfangled flush toilets! The pit was good enough for me.
- [the racket stops]
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Oh. Do you hear that?
- Detective William Murdoch: What?
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: My thoughts. i can actually hear them.
- Chief Constable Stockton: Hodge! HODGE!
- Detective William Murdoch: Hello, Sir.
- Chief Constable Stockton: Ah, Tommy Two-Cakes!
- Detective William Murdoch: Two-Cakes?
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Never call me that.
- Detective William Murdoch: Ah...
- Chief Constable Stockton: [to Hodge] Where's my tea?
- Constable Hodge: Tea, Sir?
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Just get him some tea, Hodge, plenty of sugar.
- Chief Constable Stockton: Why are you out of uniform?
- Detective William Murdoch: Uh, Sir, it's 1902. Tommy Two-Cakes is the inspector here, now.
- [Brackenreid gives Murdoch an angry look]
- Chief Constable Stockton: Oh, dear God, uh... I'm sorry, uh... Ahem. This must be your desk, Detective.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Shall we use my office, Sir?
- Chief Constable Stockton: Yes, yes.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: [to Murdoch, under his breath] Make that the last time!