- Dr. Emily Grace: I myself am fascinated by motorcars. I hope to own one some day.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: [laughing] Bloody hell. First you want the vote, and now you want to drive. Women want all the privileges of being a man without any of the pain.
- Dr. Emily Grace: Inspector.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Besides, a woman driving an automobile! I think they're dangerous enough already, thank you very much.
- Dr. Emily Grace: Automobiles or women?
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: So our killer knocked Hahn on the head and left him with the engine running in an automobile stable.
- Dr. Emily Grace: I believe they call them garages.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Garage? What kind of word is that?
- Dr. Emily Grace: French.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Ooh, slimy Frenchies. They're even naming our barns now. They're bloody stables for bloody automobiles.
- [first lines]
- Constable George Crabtree: And you say there's nothing wrong with it at all?
- Mrs. Haan: Uh, how should I know? I've never driven the thing.
- Constable Henry Higgins: It's a fine automobile, George. And the price...
- [chuckles]
- Constable George Crabtree: What do you think, Jackson?
- Constable Slugger Jackson: You know what I think; I already gave you my share, George.
- Constable Henry Higgins: We could own a motorcar, George, and for only fifty dollars.
- Constable George Crabtree: The price does actually seem rather low, Ma'am.
- Mrs. Haan: Well, you can pay more if you like; makes no difference to me.
- Constable George Crabtree: Are these yours?
- Constable Henry Higgins: George, why would a woman need driving gloves?
- [chuckles]
- Mrs. Haan: I don't know whose those are, but you can have them if you take the automobile. Do we have a deal?
- [George sighs, ponders, then takes the For Sale sign off the car]
- Dr. Emily Grace: Judging from the body's position it's hard to tell whether the driver or pedestrian was at fault.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Course it was the driver's fault. These bloody devil-wagons think they own the roads. They're as bad as cyclists.
- Dr. Julia Ogden: [upon seeing her fractured hand mirror] William? What on earth are you doing?
- Detective William Murdoch: Julia!
- [springs to his feet, startled]
- Detective William Murdoch: I have created an elongated circumscope. Now, instead of merely peering around a corner and remaining unseen, this will allow us to see what's going on in the room a full story above us.
- Dr. Julia Ogden: I see!
- [still confounded]
- Dr. Julia Ogden: Where did you get those tubes?
- Detective William Murdoch: Oh... ah, um...
- [holds up his index finger in warning]
- Detective William Murdoch: Don't use the water closet. Now if you could help me by opening up this window...
- Detective William Murdoch: Oh, it's so big, uh, but it goes in quite easily, and reaches right into that perfect spot.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: My gut tells me that she didn't do it.
- Dr. Emily Grace: Your gut... is that similar to women's intuition?
- Frank Rivers: I love that Canada. McGuire's, am I right?
- Detective William Murdoch: About what?
- Dr. Julia Ogden: McGuire's *beer*, William. Brewed in Toronto.
- Frank Rivers: Damn right! Stronger beer for stronger people.
- [last lines]
- Constable George Crabtree: I fear our outing has ended rather quickly now.
- Edna Brooks: Well, why don't we take a walk down to the arcade?
- Constable George Crabtree: i thought you wanted to go for a drive.
- Edna Brooks: I did, but I could fancy a stroll.
- Constable George Crabtree: Is this a date, Edna Brooks?
- Edna Brooks: I suppose it is, George Crabtree.
- Constable George Crabtree: Well, good.