- Frost: This is Detective Constable Webster, and he thinks gambling's a mug's game.
- Phyllis Bowman: Oh, yeah, well as you can see, I've really suffered.
- Frost: Yeah. Worst thing that could have happened to you, wasn't it, Phyllis? The old man having a heart attack and popping off like that.
- Phyllis Bowman: The medical profession was dumbfounded, and that was just the private sector. He had the body of a twenty-year-old.
- Frost: Mmm, a bit too often, by all accounts.
- Phyllis Bowman: You know the story, I've been robbed.
- Frost: Yeah, sad. Isn't that sad, Constable?
- Frost: You know what I think, Miss... ?
- Sophie: ...Hamilton.
- Frost: Hamilton, I've got this theory - for every bit of bad luck you get compensated by a bit of good.
- Sophie: [Disinterested] Is that what they call lateral thinking?
- Frost: How'd you like me to buy you a cheeseburger?
- Sophie: Yuck!
- [She walks away]
- [Frost shows his ID to the doorman at Phyllis Bowman's gambling club]
- Frost: [sarcastically] Armenian Express! Tell Mrs. Bowman the Sheriff of Nottingham has arrived.
- Stella Massie: Oh, come now, Inspector! Twice in the past...
- Frost: Twice in the past, your son has been charged with reckless driving. And twice in the past, he's got away with it- Sorry, he's been proved not guilty.
- Stella Massie: He *was* not guilty.
- Frost: And if he's not guilty this time, I shall be the first one to give him a lollipop.
- [PC Wallace has admitted that PC Shelby had chatted her up several times and offered to show her his "special photos" of previous women he had slept with]
- Frost: A lousy copper, a pervert, but not a thief. Not too bad an epitaph, is it, Constable?