Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries

Phryne Fisher:
I know we have some minor points of contention, Jack. But we enjoy uncovering the truth together, don't we?

Detective John 'Jack' Robinson:
Therein lies the problem.

Phryne Fisher:
What do you mean?

Detective John 'Jack' Robinson:
[pause] When I thought it was you in that wreckage, I found it unbearable.

Phryne Fisher:
Sounds serious.

Detective John 'Jack' Robinson:
It is.

Phryne Fisher:
I am who I am, Jack, I can't give that up.

Detective John 'Jack' Robinson:
I'm not asking you to give it up. I would never ask you to do that.

Phryne Fisher:
So you're giving up me instead. [he looks away] What we do best, us, together, you'd sacrifice that? [he nods, barely] Jack if you did that I would feel-I would feel like it was you lying in that wreckage. Please can you think about that?

Detective John 'Jack' Robinson:
[nods] I will. [he leaves]

Phryne Fisher:
You loved her. And you suffered in silence while I showed you those photographs of the blood on the machine.

Dr. Mac:
What could I have said?

Phryne Fisher:
The truth would have given me a running start.

Dr. Mac:
I went to Daisy's funeral service. Her mother came and thanked me for being such a good doctor. I was so much more to her than that.

Phryne Fisher:
Oh, Mac.

Dr. Mac:
I didn't kill him.

Phryne Fisher:
How long have we known each other?

Dr. Mac:
Too bloody long.

Phryne Fisher:
Then you know there are some things that don't need to be said.

[Hugh hangs up the phone from speaking to Dottie]

Detective John 'Jack' Robinson:
What's that all about?

Hugh Collins:
Miss Fisher's gone on holiday again, sir.

Detective John 'Jack' Robinson:
Huh. Anyone dead yet?

Hugh Collins:
Only one so far, sir.

Detective John 'Jack' Robinson:
So, Captain Courageous is entrusting Mata Hari with another secret mission?

Phryne Fisher:
Compton was a long time ago, Jack, and it wasn't like that. Well, yes, it was but... You know what it's like when you think life is fleeting and you might die at any moment.

Dr. Mac:
I always feel like that when I'm with you.

Phryne Fisher:
This job is more like rounding up sheep than grooming young ladies.

Phryne Fisher:
So I did the only thing I could in the circumstance...

Detective John 'Jack' Robinson:
You called for help?

Phryne Fisher:
I stabbed him in the shoulder!

Bart Tarrant:
Tell me, Phryne, are they true, the rumors about you?

Phryne Fisher:
Usually, I'm afraid.

Bart Tarrant:
That you're a detective?

Phryne Fisher:
That too!

Phryne Fisher:
[to Det. Robinson] Actors, Jack. You need somebody who speaks their language, and I speak fluent thespian.

[last lines]

Detective John 'Jack' Robinson:
There is one thing you didn't figure out.

Phryne Fisher:
And that is?

Detective John 'Jack' Robinson:
My aversion to operetta.

Phryne Fisher:
You know I like a mystery. Let me see... A bad experience on the stage.

Detective John 'Jack' Robinson:
The Pirates of Penzance. [Phryne starts to laugh] The reviewer thought my performance as the Major-General was... underwhelming.

Phryne Fisher:
Why don't you let me judge for myself?

Detective John 'Jack' Robinson:
I can't remember a word of it.

Phryne Fisher:
Oh, what rot, once you learn one of those patter songs it's in there for good.

Detective John 'Jack' Robinson:
I-I'm more of a Shakespeare man.

Phryne Fisher:
The stage is all yours.

Detective John 'Jack' Robinson:
"Age cannot wither her. Nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites they feed, but she makes hungry when most she satisfies."

Phryne Fisher:
Perhaps a career in the theatre beckons after all, Inspector.

Detective John 'Jack' Robinson:
Think I'll stick to crime.