- [Strange has organised a double date which includes Thursday's daughter, Joan]
- DC Endeavour Morse: [to Strange] Where would you like your ashes scattered?
- Stephen Fitzowen: [ominously, whilst checking out the school for supernatural presences] Temperature's dropping...
- DC Endeavour Morse: [matter-of-fact] Boiler's gone off.
- Dr. Max DeBryn: [after a child has been murdered] Adults, one takes the rough with the smooth. But this... You find this piece of work, Morse. You find whoever did that. For me. All right? You find them.
- Dorothea Frazil: And when was this?
- DC Endeavour Morse: July...
- DC Endeavour Morse, Dorothea Frazil: That shouldn't be...
- DC Endeavour Morse: ...1866.
- Dorothea Frazil: I've been at the Mail a while, Morse, but that's before even my time.
- Joan Thursday: Tonight at the pub. That girl.
- DC Endeavour Morse: I shouldn't have lied. "The road to hell..."
- Joan Thursday: Buy her some flowers.
- DC Endeavour Morse: It's not like that. Besides, I don't know if she's the flower sort.
- Joan Thursday: We're all the flower sort.
- DI Fred Thursday: [Morse is uninterested in the World Cup games being televised] When it comes to talking football with you, I might as well be showing a dog the three-card trick!
- DI Fred Thursday: [about her secret relationship with Black] How long have you been seeing him?
- Miss Victoria Danby: Two months, on and off.
- DI Fred Thursday: More on than off.
- Stephen Fitzowen: If you'd like to take a seat, I've taken the liberty.
- DI Fred Thursday: A magic lantern show.
- Stephen Fitzowen: I believe it may prove instructive.
- Miss Victoria Danby: [when Morse is skeptical about there being ghosts upstairs] I know what I saw. It was as real to me then as you are now.
- DI Bart Church: This is a county case, sir. I can tell you...
- Chief Superintendent Reginald Bright: [angry] ... and I can tell you, we're not going to stand here like Burke and Hare arguing over a murdered child.
- DI Bart Church: Sir...
- Chief Superintendent Reginald Bright: Do not mistake me. One word more, one word, and you will spend the rest of your days on point duty. Am I understood?
- DI Bart Church: [at Blythe Mount School] Queer old place, this, ain't it? Between you and me, the staff seem as batty as the pupils.
- DI Fred Thursday: Different in term-time, I expect. Four hundred girls, fifty-odd staff. Only now...
- DI Bart Church: Yeah. "Marie Celeste". I wouldn't spend the summer here. Just the nine of them, rattling around like peas in a drum.
- DI Fred Thursday: [grimly] Only eight now.
- DI Bart Church: [discussing the World Cup] Football's looking up - who'd have thought it, eh? Mind you, I can't see us beating the Jerries. Not at football, anyway.