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Sergeant Endeavour Morse : [explaining his presence as a uniformed officer in a rural station] The CID closed a month after I arrived in Woodstock. Budget. It was uniform or nothing.
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Reverend Postill : Six months and you've not darkened my transept, except on official business. Or perhaps you've lost your faith?
Sergeant Endeavour Morse : There was never much to lose.
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Sergeant Endeavour Morse : [about the dead girl] What do you think happened to her?
Dr. Max DeBryn : I think, if I spent my days in contemplation of such questions, I should drink rather more than I do.
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DS Jim Strange : [affably] You should come out to Banbury some time.
Sergeant Endeavour Morse : I've been to Banbury.
DS Jim Strange : Have a few beers. On me. Few beers, curry...
Sergeant Endeavour Morse : [knowing Strange's real reason] ... talk about George.
DS Jim Strange : He's still on the books.
Sergeant Endeavour Morse : Only for us.
DS Jim Strange : Oh, there is an "us" still, then, is there?
Sergeant Endeavour Morse : You're doing well. You've friends at the Lodge. You're going places. Just let it go.
DS Jim Strange : I can't. I can't.
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Sergeant Endeavour Morse : [dismissively, of Box] He's a fist with a warrant-card!
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Joan Thursday : [finding Morse in uniform and with a mustache] What's all this? In disguise or hiding from someone? You don't look like you.
Sergeant Endeavour Morse : [grimly] What do I look like?
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Sergeant Endeavour Morse : [overcoming objections to his wanting to search Stanley Clemence's room] You've got a couple skinning up on the mattress over there and the place reeks of Red Leb. Now, do you want me to call the Drug Squad or do you want to show me his room?
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Sergeant Endeavour Morse : [visiting Dr. DeBryn's cottage for the first time] It's nice.
Dr. Max DeBryn : I am fighting a war of attrition with the greenfly over the tea-roses - not very successfully, it must be said - but, yes, as a spot, I am rather fond.
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DS Jim Strange : We shouldn't let it go, what happened to George. Well, don't you care?
Sergeant Endeavour Morse : [cynical] Would it make a difference?
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Reverend Postill : I trust in the forgiveness of a merciful father.
Sergeant Endeavour Morse : I can't imagine there's much in a vicar's life warrants forgiving.
Reverend Postill : No? Ah, well. God be with you, sergeant.
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Sergeant Endeavour Morse : [unimpressed by DCI Box's approach] Is he up to it - Box?
DI Fred Thursday : A sergeant doesn't question a Detective Chief Inspector's fitness to lead an enquiry.
Sergeant Endeavour Morse : [recalling Thursday's own dismissive remark about Box from a year earlier] "Robbery? I've shit 'em" - wasn't that it?
DI Fred Thursday : [grimly] Things change.