- [Hugh hangs up the phone from speaking to Dottie]
- Detective John 'Jack' Robinson: What's that all about?
- Hugh Collins: Miss Fisher's gone on holiday again, sir.
- Detective John 'Jack' Robinson: Huh. Anyone dead yet?
- Hugh Collins: Only one so far, sir.
- Detective John 'Jack' Robinson: I don't want anyone taking chances, so lock your door.
- Phryne Fisher: But, Jack, if I lock my door, nobody could get in.
- Dorothy 'Dot' Williams: So do you think we'll be leaving early now, Doctor?
- Dr. Mac: Not a hope in Hades.
- Phryne Fisher: [examining the slippers of the first victim] Holes in the soles of his slippers.
- [sniffs them]
- Phryne Fisher: Burn holes.
- Dr. Mac: [holding up a hand] And a scorched finger.
- Phryne Fisher: Either Len Fowler was stuck by lightning indoors, or he was electrocuted.
- Dr. Mac: This is a holiday. Must you find murder everywhere?
- Phryne Fisher: Mac, you know very well, murder finds me.