Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries2012

[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.