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Quotes
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DI Fred Thursday : [dismissing the incompetence of the County Police] County couldn't find its arse with both hands and a map!
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Joan Thursday : [after her father has found her] I suppose Morse told you. I asked him not to. Gave me his word.
DI Fred Thursday : He kept it.
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DI Fred Thursday : [confronting his daughter's married lover] If you ever see her again, I'll fit you up for a nonce and have you in chokey so fast you won't know what hit you!
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DI Fred Thursday : [a corpse has been discovered] Is it him?
Dr. Max DeBryn : Most certainly. I could recite his dental record from memory. It's Matthew Laxman, no question.
DI Fred Thursday : Cause?
Dr. Max DeBryn : There's a wound to the skull, not unlike the other one you pulled out of the bog. Now, at some point, he was exposed to a fairly high level of radiation.
DI Fred Thursday : Enough to be fatal?
Dr. Max DeBryn : Enough that I'll be ordering him a lead-lined coffin.
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Joan Thursday : How's Mum?
DI Fred Thursday : Half out of her mind with worry. You could have called just to set her mind at rest.
Joan Thursday : I couldn't. She'd have got around me.
DI Fred Thursday : Would that have been the end of the world?
Joan Thursday : See? That's why I had to go. If I come home, what then? Back to the nine to five? Tea in front of the telly, the Saturday dates with some nice boy who won't try and put his hand up my skirt.
DI Fred Thursday : Joan.
Joan Thursday : Is that what you want me to be? The engagement party, Uncle Charlie's blue jokes at the wedding, two-up two-down on some new estate, every house the same, with a pram in the hall?
DI Fred Thursday : Why not? We'd have been glad of something like that, your mother and me. You're too young to remember but... our first two years of married life after I'd come back from the war, we lived with your nan and granddad over the ironmonger's. Moved into the prefab, we thought we'd won the pools.
Joan Thursday : I'm not you and Mum. And it's not your life, it's mine.
DI Fred Thursday : I'm her father.
Ray Morton : Right. Pleased to meet you. Do you want me to come back?
Joan Thursday : Take no notice. He's just leaving.
DI Fred Thursday : I'm not done here.
Ray Morton : Oh, I think you are, mate.
DI Fred Thursday : Is this really what you want? Well... You've made your bed.
[Door slams]
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Professor Donald Bagley : I'm afraid I have no idea what Matthew would have wanted with a Geiger counter.
DI Fred Thursday : Really? He never discussed it with you? He never mentioned the power station?
Professor Donald Bagley : He wouldn't have. He knew better. Having been midwife to the devil, Bramford's rather a sore point with me.
DI Fred Thursday : Progress, sir.
Professor Donald Bagley : Oh. Yes, you think so? Well, I suppose I did, too.
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Chief Superintendent Reginald Bright : [reading the whitewashed account in the "Oxford Mail" of the incident at the nuclear power station] "A small fire in a storage area was quickly contained by Bramford's own fire brigade, with the site suffering only the most minor damage. No member of staff was injured and there was never, at any time, a danger to the public".
DI Fred Thursday : [sarcastic] And they all lived happily ever after.
Chief Superintendent Reginald Bright : In the "Mail", Thursday. I hope you wouldn't gainsay Miss Frazil.
DI Fred Thursday : More than my life's worth, sir.
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DI Fred Thursday : [when a dog barks repeatedly] He's a bit like our Chief Superintendent, I expect. Bark's worse than his bite.
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DI Fred Thursday : [Not shaking Morse's outstretched hand] Monday Morse, handshakes are for goodbye.
