- Detective William Murdoch: George, this is not a murder. This is canicide.
- Constable George Crabtree: Exactly, sir. Like homicide or suicide. An unlawful killing.
- Detective William Murdoch: But there's no law against the killing of an animal. You know that. Now stay with her and help her bury the dog.
- Edith Frizzel: Bury him? Without a funeral?
- [first lines]
- Edith Frizzel: Horace, dear, lunch is ready. Where are you? Would you like me to bring it to you? Horace! Ah, there you are. Are you napping? Wake up, Horace; I've brought you your lunch. Horace? Horace? Horace! Ah, ah, ah...
- [she screams]
- [last lines]
- Constable George Crabtree: Sir! Still looking for your travel journal?
- Historian: Well, the trail has gone cold. But I am not one to give up.
- [Crabtree pulls a drawing from a garbage can]
- Historian: The C.N. Tower!
- Constable George Crabtree: It looks like a space-ship on a stick.
- Historian: Once the world's tallest free-standing structure, built right here at Front and John.
- Constable Henry Higgins: You, my friend, have a vivid imagination.
- Historian: I didn't dream this stuff up. And now I must stay the course. Canada's turning a hundred and fifty and I am not going to miss the party.
- [He walks away whistling]
- Constable George Crabtree: Did he say Canada's turning a hundred and fifty?
- Constable Henry Higgins: He did.