- Constable George Crabtree: Hey, wake up! Sir, I think we have a problem with this one.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: What is it?
- Constable George Crabtree: He's dead.
- Detective William Murdoch: I've never understood the appeal of alcohol, sir. It impedes the brain's ability to function, making it impossible to think clearly.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Well, that's just it, Murdoch. Don't you ever want to relax and stop thinking for a couple of hours?
- Detective William Murdoch: No.
- Margaret Brackenreid: Goodbye, Mrs. Nation. Have a pleasant journey.
- Carrie A. Nation: I'll do no such thing. Nor did I have a pleasant stay. May God have mercy on your damnable souls.
- Margaret Brackenreid: Thank you.
- [Carrie Nation leaves]
- Margaret Brackenreid: [sighs] What a horrid woman!
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: I guarantee that woman drives more men to drink than she keeps away from it.
- [last lines]
- Detective William Murdoch: The Junction's quite a nice town, actually.
- Dr. Julia Ogden: We could live here, if it wasn't so far from the city. Imagine, thirty minutes just to get to work. Plus it's about to go dry; what fun is that.
- Detective William Murdoch: Well, temperance has its virtues. A dry Canada could be quite remarkable.
- Dr. Julia Ogden: How so?
- Detective William Murdoch: With no more time wasted to the bottle, imagine the great heights of industry and ingenuity our nation could reach.
- Dr. Julia Ogden: Well, if temperance truly is in our future, we should take advantage of it while we can.
- Detective William Murdoch: Julia!
- Dr. Julia Ogden: Just one little drink, William.
- Detective William Murdoch: Why not? You suppose they have spruce beer?