The Nine Tailors

[Lord Peter guesses that two suspects have run away to get married in secret]

Lord Peter Wimsey:
Ah yes, I thought he had a nice easy number. May I use your telephone?

Supt. Blundell:
Help yourself.

Lord Peter Wimsey:
[into telephone] Canterbury 123, please. If you wouldn't mind, it's urgent. [to Superintendent Blundell] In their flight, you know there is one thing the Thodays certainly overlooked. We have an ally, Blundell. A haughty prelate. An arbitrary prince. To wit, the Archbishop of Canterbury.

Supt. Blundell:
Oh yes, and Mr. Mussolini and the Emperor of Japan? Are you all right, my Lord?

Deacon:
[to an underbutler about serving champagne to the wedding guests] You can start opening the 08's now. They won't notice the difference.

Lord Peter Wimsey:
[With Bunter in the pub after his car accident in the snow] Well, I feel rather like Ulysses come to port after much storm and peril.

Sir Henry Thorpe:
[to Mary about his dying in poor financial shape] Oh, there'll be enough to send you to Oxford. Girls don't seem to cost much there.

Lord Peter Wimsey:
A beautiful case! Quite charming! I wouldn't have missed it for the world!

Hilary Thorpe:
[to Lord Peter] There's a saying, isn't there... "Truth lies at the bottom of a well?"

Lord Peter Wimsey:
Never mind Mr. Blundell. Would you mind telling me?

Hilary Thorpe:
In a village like this everybody knows everything... especially when it's murder.

Cranton:
[Realizing Lord Peter knows who he is] Well, if your lordship recognizes me, that's torn it. [laughs ironically] I should have to come clean as the sheet said to the patent washer.

Supt. Blundell:
[while discussing the Thoday's complicity] All this is nasty, very nasty. The Thodays are decent people!

Lord Peter Wimsey:
There's only one thing that would drive a decent man to murder - the shame and humiliation of a public scandal!

Cranton:
[During his interrogation] May I ask you an impertinent question, my lord?

Lord Peter Wimsey:
If you don't mind receiving an impertinent answer.

Lord Peter Wimsey:
I have a particular aversion, I'm afraid, to unsolved murders.

Lord Peter Wimsey:
Just wait till you get stuck in a belfry after dark. Bells are like cats and mirrors... they're always queer.