- Horace Rumpole: [trying to talk George out of marriage] Look, George, don't do it! It's like pleading guilty... for an indefinite sentence. Without parole.
- Miss Trant: [to Rumpole, talking about Erskine Brown] Go on, surprise me. Tell me he married a middle-aged Persian contortionist when he was up at Keble. I'd *love* to know that - it would make him *far* more interesting.
- Miss Trant: [to Erskine Brown who has just arrived] Hello, darling. It's all right, you needn't worry. Rumpole's told me everything.
- Erskine Brown: What do you mean, Philly, he's told you "everything"?
- Miss Trant: Everything about your murky past.
- Erskine Brown: I haven't got a murky past.
- Miss Trant: That's what I was afraid of.
- [Rumpole has just learned that the shoplifting case of Reverend Skinner will be tried by the irascible Judge Bullingham]
- Horace Rumpole: Dearly beloved brethren, I say unto you "God is *not* on our side. He has sent us Bullingham". How do you explain that, Vicar. An example of the Almighty's wonderful sense of humour?
- Evelyn Skinner: Are you trying to tell us that Judge Bullingham doesn't like parsons?
- Horace Rumpole: God knows. I doubt if he's ever met one. The Bull's leisure tastes run to watching Crown Court and the All-In Wrestling. He learns most from the wrestling.