- Dr. Max DeBryn: The primary cause of Reverend Golightly's death was haemorrhage leading to heart failure.
- DS Jim Strange: Natural causes.
- Dr. Max DeBryn: I don't think I said that, did I?
- DI Fred Thursday: So what caused it?
- Dr. Max DeBryn: Laxative. The Reverend Golightly's kidneys were all but shot. Magnesium in the laxative caused hypomagnesaemia, respiratory distress, low blood pressure, arrhythmia.
- DS Jim Strange: That would explain the blood, would it?
- Dr. Max DeBryn: It would explain the vomiting. However, he was also suffering from an undiagnosed aortic aneurysm. The rest of it put such a strain on his system that it ruptured. Hence the blood.
- DS Jim Strange: Puked his guts up, then. Literally.
- Dr. Max DeBryn: What a lyrical child you must have been, sergeant.
- DI Fred Thursday: [Morse is coming down from his drug "trip"] Morse? Morse!
- DC Endeavour Morse: What day is it?
- DI Fred Thursday: [testing him] Corned beef.
- DC Endeavour Morse: It's Friday. It's Friday.
- DI Fred Thursday: [relieved] That's right. Friday.
- DI Fred Thursday: [confronting Mrs. Pettybon about the "threatening letters" she's received] How could your fingerprint be on a letter sent to you by a complete stranger? I'll tell you what I think, shall I? I think you posted that letter to yourself in an effort to win sympathy for your cause and drum up trade.
- Mrs. Joy Pettybon: You can't prove that.
- DI Fred Thursday: Oh, I expect we can. If we really put our minds to it.
- Dudley Jessop: It was about love. She said it was dirty. How can love be dirty?
- DC Endeavour Morse: Well, if it isn't, I expect you're not doing it right.
- Dudley Jessop: [railing against Mrs. Pettybon] She stands on her soapbox in that harridan hat and those Hedda Hopper glasses - I mean, the woman clearly wouldn't know couture from a dog turd - and she stands there with that pantomime horse of a vicar egging her on, spouting bile and hatred, and she has the brass neck to call herself a Christian!
- DI Fred Thursday: [after marijuana has been found amongst the Wildwood's effects] Don't know why they bother with the stuff. Never did anything for me.
- DC Endeavour Morse: [shocked] You've smoked pot? When?
- DI Fred Thursday: Up the desert. They call it "kif" out there. Some of the lads were silly with it. You ever tried it?
- DC Endeavour Morse: [indignant] I'm a serving police officer. Besides, I like to keep a clear head.
- DI Fred Thursday: You put enough beer away.
- DC Endeavour Morse: Beer's brain-food.
- Mrs. Joy Pettybon: And may I give you one of these to wear?
- DI Fred Thursday: I wouldn't be allowed, madam. As a police officer, I have to remain impartial.
- Mrs. Joy Pettybon: But no-one could argue with the sentiment, surely?
- DC Endeavour Morse: Someone could, plainly.
- DI Fred Thursday: Wearing that could be seen to betoken an affiliation, and we have to go about our business without fear or favour to any.
- Rev. Mervyn Golightly: But, er, when you're not on duty?
- DI Fred Thursday: A police officer's always on duty, Reverend. Much like yourself.
- Bettina Pettybon: Mummy found I had two glasses out. She... She forced me to tell her you'd been in my room. Are you in trouble?
- DC Endeavour Morse: No more than usual.
- Bettina Pettybon: Ah. Any news about Reverend Golightly?
- DC Endeavour Morse: I've been taken off the case, I'm afraid.
- Bettina Pettybon: Because of me?
- DC Endeavour Morse: No. Because of me.
- Bettina Pettybon: Is this you?
- DC Endeavour Morse: It was. Once.
- Chief Superintendent Reginald Bright: So Finch was part of some sort of orgy?
- DS Jim Strange: It's all right for some. I can never get a seat in Musical Chairs, never mind anything else.
- DI Fred Thursday: You wouldn't like it, sergeant. Not with your back.
- Mrs. Joy Pettybon: We counted 14 "bloodies," six "bleedings"... What else, Bettina?
- Bettina Pettybon: Er, two "bleeders" and a "bastard."
- Mrs. Joy Pettybon: Two "bleeders" and a "bastard."
- DI Fred Thursday: Sounds like a regular evening down the nick.
- Nick Wilding: Would you like some wine?
- DC Endeavour Morse: No, thank you.
- Nick Wilding: [quoting Baudelaire] "One should always be drunk". I think there's something in that, don't you?
- DC Endeavour Morse: Possibly.
- Dr. Max DeBryn: [unveiling the first corpse in the morgue] Now, here's fun. The late Barry Finch, brickie's labourer to the stars. Cause of death...
- DC Endeavour Morse: The strangulation?
- Dr. Max DeBryn: Oh, he was strangled, yes. Several times. Only that's not what killed him.
- WPC Shirley Trewlove: They're comparing Nick's lyrics to James Joyce and Oscar Wilde.
- DC Endeavour Morse: Who are?
- WPC Shirley Trewlove: The critics. Full of symbolism and allusion, apparently.
- DC Endeavour Morse: Full of something.
- Chief Superintendent Reginald Bright: [after Morse has been drugged with powerful hallucinogenic drugs] Will he recover?
- DI Fred Thursday: Time will tell, sir. But he's been to hell and back.
- DC Endeavour Morse: [asked if he's engaged or married] The only thing I have waiting for me at my flat is... Wagner.
- WPC Shirley Trewlove: [finding Morse studying books and records concerning the Wildwood] What's all this? Are you joining the in-crowd?
- DI Fred Thursday: [after Morse has admitted being in Bettina's hotel room] You shouldn't have been there at all. Now you've been handed the black spot right from the top! Where do you think that leaves me? Mr. Bright wants you off the Golightly case. You'd better turn your brain back to Barry Finch. Get a result, you'll be back in Bright's good books. He has your best interests at heart.
- DC Endeavour Morse: [sarcastic] Hides it well.
- DI Fred Thursday: That's because he's a lot smarter than you give him credit for!
- DI Fred Thursday: [asking the possibility that Nick Wilding has been drugged with LSD] What's it do?
- Dr. Max DeBryn: It produces extreme visual and auditory hallucinations. Not usually toxic chemically, but behaviourally.
- DC Endeavour Morse: In what way?
- Dr. Max DeBryn: Loss of inhibition. Compromised reality. Most deaths involving the substance are accidental - walking into traffic, onto railway lines, stepping off buildings. I'll talk to the lab. Easier to find something if you know what it is you're looking for.
- DI Fred Thursday: What's your part in all this, Dr. Bakshi?
- Dr. Bakshi: My role? I was engaged by Mr. Spender as personal physician to the group.
- DI Fred Thursday: What does that entail? Why would a bunch of fit young men need a personal doctor?
- Dr. Bakshi: Oh, you'd be surprised. Sprains. Nervous exhaustion. A group on the road needs to be kept in tip-top condition.
- DI Fred Thursday: How'd you go about that? Pills, is it? Uppers, downers?
- Dr. Bakshi: Nothing illegal. But, yes, the occasional sleeping-draught, the odd booster.
- DI Fred Thursday: So what's he taken here?
- Dr. Bakshi: [emphatically] Nothing of mine. My diagnosis is, he has been given a large dose of lysergic acid diethylamide.
- DC Endeavour Morse: And will he recover?
- Dr. Bakshi: Oh, his body - yes. But his mind? It really depends on the size of the dose.
- Mrs. Joy Pettybon: [confronted by Thursday about her husband's suicide and homosexuality] I loved my husband - the man I thought he was. To lose him, it was a terrible shock. But to find out that he'd been carrying on like that...
- Bettina Pettybon: But you drove him to it - I heard you!
- Mrs. Joy Pettybon: It was what he deserved. Better that than bringing shame on the whole family.
- Bettina Pettybon: [attacking her physically, screaming] You bitch! You utter bitch!
- DI Fred Thursday: [separating the two forcibly] All right, all right, all right...
- Bettina Pettybon: [to her mother, as she exits] I'm leaving. You can rot in hell for all I care!
- Mrs. Joy Pettybon: [to Thursday] She'll be back.
- DI Fred Thursday: No. She won't.
- Dudley Jessop: [denying complicity in the threats against Mrs. Pettybon] Nothing to do with me, I swear to God.
- DI Fred Thursday: [who has had his fill of the religiosity of Mrs. Pettybon and her followers] Yes, sir; there's a lot of that going about, just at the moment.
- Chief Superintendent Reginald Bright: Yes, well, a lot of hate about altogether. More than there used to be, do you think?
- DI Fred Thursday: Oh, I wouldn't know, sir.
- Chief Superintendent Reginald Bright: Television, perhaps?
- DI Fred Thursday: That would certainly be Mrs Pettybon's angle.
- Chief Superintendent Reginald Bright: Two world wars. Millions dead. Atrocities. The camps. The bomb. She'd be hard put to lay that at the door of television.
- DI Fred Thursday: Always been hate, sir. Right back to Cain and Abel.
- Chief Superintendent Reginald Bright: Just as well, I suppose. Else we'd have to find ourselves a proper job.
- Rev. Mervyn Golightly: It... It gives me great pleasure to introduce to you a woman strong in faith, steadfast in her convictions. Ladies and gentlemen, friends, please welcome Mrs Joy Pettybon!
- Mrs. Joy Pettybon: Last Wednesday evening, we saw a programme and it was the dirtiest programme I've ever seen!
- DI Fred Thursday: We're here to talk about Mrs. Pettybon. She got your magazine closed down - "Exciting Times". Isn't that right?
- Dudley Jessop: She also landed me with a criminal record and a prison sentence. Oh, and brought me to bankruptcy in the bargain.
- DI Fred Thursday: I imagine you don't much care for Mrs. Pettybon.
- Dudley Jessop: I'm living on handouts. And a small allowance from my parents, on the understanding I never darken their doors again. I can't get a job. I'm...
- [chokes back tears]
- Dudley Jessop: So yes, it would be fair to say I pretty much hate Mrs. Joy Pettybon.
- DI Fred Thursday: Enough to do something about it?
- Nick Wilding: I can't figure you out.
- DC Endeavour Morse: What's to figure? I'm just a policeman.
- Nick Wilding: Yeah, but you know that there's something happening, right? Here - in the world - everywhere. People our age looking for answers. But you... are in a suit.
- DC Endeavour Morse: I'm happy in a suit.
- Nick Wilding: Don't you want to expand your mind?
- Ken Wilding: [finding Morse questioning others in the group] What is this, some sort of frame-up?
- Nick Wilding: Come on, Ken don't be a drag.
- Ken Wilding: No, I'm dealing with this, Nick. So - if it's not a frame-up, what is it? A shakedown, is that it?
- Ralph Spender: [alarmed] Ken!
- [to Morse]
- Ralph Spender: He doesn't mean that.
- Ken Wilding: Just pay the man, Ralph.
- DC Endeavour Morse: [outraged] Threatening to bribe a police officer is a serious offence!
- Ken Wilding: I didn't. I told him to pay you.