Morse:
I always drink at lunchtime. It helps my imagination.
Morse:
The secret of a happy life is to know when to stop - and then go that bit further.
Morse:
When I'm thinking, I get thirsty.
Morse:
Drink that, Lewis, and loosen some brain cells.
[
repeated line]
Morse:
[
disparagingly] LEW-is!
[
as Lewis makes a chance remark which unwittingly provides Morse with a major clue]
Morse:
You've done it *again*, Lewis!
Morse:
There's always time for one more pint.
Morse:
*Morse*. Everyone just calls me "Morse".
[
after Morse has been hit on the head]
Morse:
'Tis not so wide as a church door nor so deep as a river, but 'tis enough.
Morse:
I'm tired, Lewis
Lewis:
What caused that, sir?
Morse:
Lack of sleep.
Morse:
Coded messages, murder - right up my street. It's not a bad way to start the day.
Morse:
Ideals come to torment us all at some stage, or at least they should do.
[
to Lewis, feeling sorry for himself]
Morse:
I'm old and unmarried, and I don't understand human nature. What does it matter?
Lewis:
How old are you?
Morse:
I forget, Robbie.
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