Foyle's War (TV Series)
Bleak Midwinter (2007)
Michael Kitchen: Christopher Foyle
Quotes
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Sgt Brooke : Mr. Foyle?
Christopher Foyle : Yep?
Sgt Brooke : Well, pardon my saying so sir, but you must have it wrong.
Christopher Foyle : Oh, yeah?
Sgt Brooke : Well, I haven't known Sgt Milner all that long, but uh, a man less likely to murder his wife is hard to imagine.
Christopher Foyle : Well, that's very helpful - anything else you want to say before I get you transferred?
Sgt Brooke : No, sir.
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Edith Ashford : You're doing what you can.
Christopher Foyle : No, I'm doing what I believe is right.
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Paul Milner : I just wanted Jane out of my life.
Christopher Foyle : She is now.
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Samantha Stewart : [Sam is driving Foyle and is trying to stifle her excitement] You've found something, haven't you, sir?
Christopher Foyle : Have I?
Samantha Stewart : I can always tell. You have a look. A sort of, "Cry havoc and let loose the dogs of war."
[misquotes Shakespeare slightly]
Samantha Stewart : That's Julius Caesar.
Christopher Foyle : It's "slip".
Samantha Stewart : What?
Christopher Foyle : It's "let slip the dogs of war."
Samantha Stewart : Is it really?
Christopher Foyle : Yup, yes, it is, er, keep your eyes on the road.
[gestures to the front just as the car engine starts blowing steam]
Samantha Stewart : Oh, hell!
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Sgt Brooke : [to Foyle as he is leaving the station] Lovely, isn't it, sir?
Christopher Foyle : Is it?
Sgt Brooke : The smell. Fresh turkey, sir.
Christopher Foyle : Ah.
Sgt Brooke : I haven't seen a bird like that for two years.
Christopher Foyle : Been talking to Sam?
Sgt Brooke : Miss Stewart, sir? Not recently.
Christopher Foyle : [walks off] Good night.
Sgt Brooke : Night, sir.
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Samantha Stewart : [Sam is driving Foyle back from the munitions factory] Sir, there's something I wanted to talk to you about.
Christopher Foyle : What's that?
Samantha Stewart : Well actually, it's this turkey. I know it's none of my business...
Christopher Foyle : That's right.
Samantha Stewart : But I was wondering if you were just going to let it sit in the evidence room until it rots.
Christopher Foyle : Where would you like me to put it?
Samantha Stewart : What I mean is, do you really need it for the court?
Christopher Foyle : Yup, afraid so.
Samantha Stewart : It's Christmas soon, sir. And sardine pancakes are all well and good, but they're not exactly festive, are they?
Christopher Foyle : Well...
Samantha Stewart : You don't think the judge would mind if it was missing the drumsticks?
Christopher Foyle : You mean, eat the evidence?
Samantha Stewart : Not all of it. Just a leg or two.
Samantha Stewart : Now, what do you think the judge's going to have to say about that? No. it... , Nothing we can do. End of subject.
Samantha Stewart : [takes a breath and continues] You know sir, quite soon, it will begin to smell.
[looks at Foyle in hope]