Adele Cecil: This anagram: "Around Eve"? I've tried and I've tried, but all I can come up with is "Endeavour". And no-one's called Endeavour. Surely?
Chief Inspector Morse: I told you, my mother was a Quaker. And Quakers sometimes call their children names like Hope and Patience. My father was obsessed with Captain Cook, and his ship was called Endeavour. Why aren't you both laughing?
Detective Sergeant Lewis: [mutters] You poor sod.
Adele Cecil: I'm not calling you "Endeavour".
Detective Sergeant Lewis: Call him "Sir". He likes that.
Adele Cecil: Oh no. No, I'll stick to "Morse" - like everyone else.
Chief Inspector Morse: [raises beer glass] Cheers.
Adele Cecil: People who like crosswords have blanks in their lives, and they haven't a clue how to fill them in, don't you think.
[She hands him a drink]
[Geoffrey Owens suggests that Morse should question his neighbours about the murder of Rachel James]
Chief Inspector Morse: [sarcastically] Thank you, sir. It would never have occurred to me to question the neighbours.
Dr. Julian Storrs: Do you have witnesses when you're in bed with your wife?
Chief Inspector Morse: I'm not married.
Chief Inspector Morse: You're quite sure of the time, Mrs Storrs?
Angela Storrs: When you get to our age, Inspector, it happens so rarely you remember every single detail.
Chief Inspector Morse: [berating Sir Clixby Bream] You deserve *ten years*!... The *sooner* you leave Oxford, the *better*!
Sir Clixby Bream: I've heard of mutton dressed as lamb but never before as chicken.
Chief Inspector Morse: Work... that's the secret of life. You have to buckle down and, uh, give it your best, and, uh, that's what my father said.