- DCI Tom Barnaby: I have plenty of suits, thank you.
- Beatrice Daniels: Are they all like this?
- DCI Tom Barnaby: Hm? Why? Wha- wha- what's wrong with this?
- Beatrice Daniels: Oh, nothing; it's just... well, maybe, peaked lapels would suit you better, and um, you need a little more structure across the shoulders; sleeves are too long, you want to flash a bit of shirtcuff, don't you; and you need a higher waist. And a little more taper in the trousers perhaps. But I mean apart from that it's, um... great.
- DS Ben Jones: Well, something's not right. The vicar says she was going to confess; they say she wasn't.
- DCI Tom Barnaby: Well, that's religion for you, Jones. Brings out the irrational in people.
- DCI Tom Barnaby: Fathers and sons... it's complicated stuff.
- Luke Woodley: Yeah, complicated... that's the word.
- [last lines]
- DCI Tom Barnaby: Hello, Joyce!
- Joyce Barnaby: Uh! Tom! How *could* you? That's *my* tweed.
- DCI Tom Barnaby: Well, I'm very sorry, Mrs Barnaby, but it is now *my* tweed. Anyway, the only question is: should I go for a ticket pocket? What do you reckon, yes or no?