- Dorothy 'Dot' Williams: Miss, about the job. I don't know what my priest will think of your... guns and knives and... dancing.
- Phryne Fisher: Considering your last employers were a drug baroness and a rapist, surely he'd find me a modest improvement.
- Detective John 'Jack' Robinson: I wish I could change the laws for you, Miss Fisher.
- Phryne Fisher: You can't? Fine. I'll just have to find a way around them.
- Phryne Fisher: Do you have a card? In case I need to call the police, because... I'm a woman alone, newly arrived in a dangerous town.
- Detective John 'Jack' Robinson: I plan to make this town less dangerous, Miss FIsher.
- Phryne Fisher: Good. I do like a man with a plan,
- [reading card]
- Phryne Fisher: Detective Inspector Jack Robinson.
- Phryne Fisher: Goodnight, Aunt Prudence.
- Aunt Prudence: At this hour? It's not safe! Why do you think you can just run off on your own?
- Phryne Fisher: Because I'm carrying a gun!
- [holds up her golden revolver]
- Aunt Prudence: I do appreciate you weren't born to wealth. At least your mother came from good stock. It's just unfortunate she ran off with your father.
- Phryne Fisher: Lucky, then, the Great War laid waste to his titled cousins.
- Aunt Prudence: Yes. Well, no one likes a war.
- Cec: Is that all I can do for you?
- Phryne Fisher: You might go for help. Things can get interesting around here.
- Cec: Thought they already were.
- Dr. Mac: Looks like a nerve powder, usually prescribed for women, of course, for hysterical sex, for nervous exhaustion, emotional collapse, wandering wombs, that sort of thing...
- Phryne Fisher: Why on earth would a womb wander?
- Dr. Mac: Unnatural behavior would do it, according to Hippocrates. Like celibacy.
- Phryne Fisher: Oh, good. Mine's not going anywhere.