Sue Tutt: Sorry, Reggie. We're closed. Greg and I are just terminating our marriage!
Reggie Barton: That's the spirit! You're worth ten of him!
Angie Blunstone: Is he back?
Sue Tutt: Certainly not. Back is not an option.
Angie Blunstone: I daresay he'll fall on his feet.
Sue Tutt: Either his feet or the missionary position. Do you care?
Angie Blunstone: Me? Course not.
Sue Tutt: Mean more work. Less canoodling behind the freezer.
Angie Blunstone: Canoodling? Me and Greg?
Sue Tutt: It's a euphemism, Angie. The real word's much shorter.
[Sue picks up Greg's trousers]
Greg Tutt: Not me trousers!
Sue Tutt: Why not? You hardly ever wear them!
Reggie Barton: What are you doing?
Peter Fogden: Unlocking the church door.
Reggie Barton: Why?
Emma Tysoe: We're going to practice.
Reggie Barton: On a Tuesday? Who gave permission?
Peter Fogden: I have a hot-line to God!
Reggie Barton: Blasphemous little whelk!
Peter Fogden: I'm sure he thinks well of you too, Reggie!
Sue Tutt: All I've wanted, Mr Barnaby, for as long as I can remember, is a Greg-free existence, and I achieved that two days ago. I didn't need to blow his chest open; I just threw his clothes out the window. Much less hassle, and no mandatory life sentence.
Maisie Gooch: I think I've done enough...
[to Tom Barnaby:]
Maisie Gooch: Do thank your lovely wife for all those cups of coffee. It was so nice to be welcomed into your home.
Sergeant Gavin Troy: Mr. Tutt had apparently just won 5,000 pounds. You wouldn't know what happened to the money?
Rosalind Parr: Heavens, no. I've no interest in the stuff. It's very vulgar. Especially such small quantities.