- Detective Inspector Viner: You had a black market deal with Mostyn.
- Samuel Denny: Well, I wouldn't say black exactly. More what they call sepia.
- Superintendent of Police: Now don't you kid yourself, you're paid to have dreams like that. For 8/10 a week you're supposed to be a psychologist, doctor, lawyer, chemist, thought-reader, crystal-gazer and the lot. You don't know it, Glover, but you're a ruddy miracle.
- Molly Lester: Is he alright?
- Superintendent of Police: Depends what you mean by alright. In two minutes I'll be able to tell you whether you're marrying a lunatic or a corpse.