A Touch of Frost1992

[Frost and Shirley are having a blazing row]

Shirley Fisher:
You want the shoulder to cry on. You want the sex. But you don't want to give *anything* in return. You're scared.

DI Jack Frost:
[shouts] What the *hell* did you expect? What did you want? Me as I am? No? What then? Some nine-till-fiver who doesn't give a toss about his job? Someone who just wants to come home, go shopping and have a curry every Friday night? Did you think I've *ever* been that? Do think it's just lacking a good woman that keeps me working all hours? No. What's in here, Shirl, is what I am.

Shirley Fisher:
It is not just your job. I can handle that.

DI Jack Frost:
Can you? Can you? I wish *I* could!