Inspector Morse1987

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Dr. Grayling Russell - Pathologist:
You owe me a dance. Oh, I can dance to anything.

Chief Inspector Morse:
Really?

Dr. Grayling Russell - Pathologist:
Yeah.

Chief Inspector Morse:
You should try dancing to the back end of Lohengrin sometime.

Dr. Grayling Russell - Pathologist:
No. No. Let's have something from Parsifal since we're going to a performance.

Chief Inspector Morse:
Uh, look, um... no, we're uh... we're not. I'm sorry, uh, it's uh...

Dr. Grayling Russell - Pathologist:
Oh. [she holds up two tickets]

Chief Inspector Morse:
Where did you get those!

Dr. Grayling Russell - Pathologist:
I wish I could say from a grateful patient, like any decent healer.

Chief Inspector Morse:
But how?

Dr. Grayling Russell - Pathologist:
By phoning the box office night and day to ask about returns. By diverting my technician from a highly complex analysis of stomach contents to go in to collect them. By then ask...

Chief Inspector Morse:
You're amazing. You shall have your wish. [takes an album from his collection and removes the record from the sleeve] I don't believe this.

Dr. Grayling Russell - Pathologist:
Why, what have you found?

Chief Inspector Morse:
My lost tickets.