- Detective William Murdoch: [trying to persuade Brackenreid] I'm sure they would accept you, sir, given your talents.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: They will be a bit tight-lipped around a police officer, don't you think?
- Detective William Murdoch: Well, they are quite full of themselves. You know that world. And you might be able to find something I can use.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Why don't you go?
- Detective William Murdoch: I'm ill at ease around artistic types, not like you.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: [flattered] Well... , it's been a while since I picked up the bristles.
- Detective William Murdoch: I'm sure you'll fit right in, given the immense talents...
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: [interrupts Murdoch] I'll go, Murdoch, no need to keep shovelling.
- Detective William Murdoch: Very good, sir.
- Detective William Murdoch: George, what do you think of this painting?
- Constable George Crabtree: Oh, sir. I couldn't possibly say. I don't consider myself bright enough to understand art.
- Lady Belinda Carlye: [sees Brackenreid's painting] Now this is quite something.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: It's not finished yet.
- Lady Belinda Carlye: Oh I can see that. But I can also see something else. This was painted by a man... a real man. You are?
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Inspector Thomas C. Brackenreid.
- Lady Belinda Carlye: Pleasure, Inspector. How long have you been painting?
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Just over an hour.
- Lady Belinda Carlye: [both laughing] And quick-witted as well.
- [asking Mr. Foster]
- Lady Belinda Carlye: Where, heavens, did you find this jewel?
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: You wanted to see me?
- Lady Belinda Carlye: No...
- [drops her gown to reveal her nakedness]
- Lady Belinda Carlye: . I wanted you to see ME.
- [lies on a chaise longue]
- Lady Belinda Carlye: Paint me, Thomas.
- Constable George Crabtree: [sees Murdoch returning from a crime scene in the wilderness] Eh, sir. The woods didn't treat you well?
- [Murdoch walks away, speechless]
- Constable George Crabtree: I can't blame him for returning. The wilderness is an awful place.
- Detective Llewellyn Watts: Oh, on the contrary, I favour Muir's observation. In every walk with nature, one receives far more than he seeks.
- Constable George Crabtree: You mean gets more than he bargained for, and it's always bad.
- Mr. Foster: We do expect a certain... standard.
- Tom Thomson: I can vouch for Mr. Brackenreid's work. He is talented amateur.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: [loses his smile] Thank you, Mr. Thomson.