- Supt. Mullett: [Testily] You have no business giving him your word!
- D.I. Frost: That's all right, sir. I have no intention of keeping it. I'm a bit like Tricky Dickie in there. I do things my way.
- Kitty Rayford: I couldn't send you back to your wife in that state.
- D.I. Frost: You'd have a job, Kitty. She's dead.
- Kitty Rayford: [after a pause] Sorry.
- D.I. Frost: Yeah, that's all right.
- Kitty Rayford: Must ne lonely without her.
- D.I. Frost: It was lonely with her, to tell you the truth.
- Supt. Mullett: [as Frost is wading into a stream] Jack! You'll drown yourself!
- D.I. Frost: [Sarcastically] Anything for you, sir.