Inspector Morse, Series 8 (1995-2000)

Mrs Harding:
Where he’s been every few times he can, with her at the Marlborough Hotel on the Woodstock road. It’s alright it had to be someone; if it hadn’t been you then it would have been a stranger. Poor Allan!

Morse:
Well!

Morse:
Oh, and in these hard pressed times.

Chief Supt. Strange:
It’s all very well for you to sneer but you don’t know what it’s like sitting here forced to implement cuts. Solving crime, that’s the easy part.

Morse:
Of course we haven’t solved this one yet sir but I must say Lewis has worked particularly hard on it. He’s been very imaginative.

Chief Supt. Strange:
Lewis, Imaginative?

Morse:
It comes with these long years working with me. Somethings bound to rub off in the end.

Chief Supt. Strange:
It’s a bit early for patting ourselves on the back Morse. If you have the imagination to solve this case in double quick time then I may give consideration.

Morse:
(over the top of Strange) Thank you sir.

Chief Supt. Strange:
If Morse, if.

Morse:
Don’t worry about if sir, with Lewis on the ball the way he is.

Chief Supt. Strange:
If you don’t stop going on about Lewis you’re guna give me a heart attack.

Morse:
Don’t worry about if sir, with Lewis on the ball the way he is. (pause) Perhaps you’d like to sit in on the questioning sir, see how well Lewis.

Chief Supt. Strange:
(interrupting) Morse! Go! .

Morse:
I told you — my mother was a Quaker, and Quakers sometimes call their children names like 'Hope', and 'Patience'. My father was obsessed with Captain Cook, and his ship was called Endeavour. Why aren't you both laughing?

Lewis:
You poor sod!

Adele Cecil:
I'm not calling you "Endeavour".

Lewis:
Call him "Sir". He likes that.

Adele Cecil:
Oh, no, no,— I'll stick to "Morse", like everyone else.

Morse:
[Raises his glass of beer.] Cheers!

Morse:
That which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, made weak by time and fate, but strong in will to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Morse:
Trying too.

Chief Supt. Strange:
You got a temperature?

Morse:
Everyone's got a temperature.

Chief Supt. Strange:
Not like that they haven't.

Adele Cecil:
I had no idea you were so poetic, Chief Inspector.

Chief Supt. Strange:
I'm not, it's what my mother used to say.

Adele Cecil:
No idea, but have you learned the simple dues of fellowship?

Morse:
I believe I have, do you know, Kershaw?

PC Kershaw:
Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sir

Lewis:
You think another one's a good idea?

Morse:
Think! That's why I want it, to think! I don't drink for pleasure.

Lewis:
You are alright, aren't you, sir?

Morse:
Better off than Harry Repp, I suppose. At least I'll have a retirement. Bird watching, Wagner. You know, you really should persevere with Wagner, Lewis. It's about important things. Life and death... regret.

Lewis:
Cheer up, sir, it's a lovely evening. Look at that sunset!

Morse:
[quoting A.E. Houseman] "Ensanguining the skies. How heavily it dies. Into the west away; Past touch and sight and sound. Not further to be found, how hopeless under ground. Falls the remorseful day."

Lewis:
You are still under caution, Doctor.

Sandra Harrison:
He must have heard my car coming and panicked. I saw him run out into his van and drive off, and he saw me. When I got upstairs... I mean, the others, yes, sharing... but this was my mother. My mother! Like... like some disgusting, pornographic... still a trace of a smile of satisfaction. So I...

Lewis:
Smashed her skull in, then called your father in London to tell him what you'd done. And when he arrived, he broke the window to set the alarm off, and then paid Flynn to tell us that it was still going when the taxi arrived.

Sandra Harrison:
It was the best he could think of. Except Flynn stayed watching until he saw me coming out, and... now he knew. Then John asked for money to say he'd tried calling her twice that night. More and more money. Dad had to sell the silver.

Lewis:
[sarcastically] Dear, dear.

Sandra Harrison:
You don't understand.

Lewis:
No.

Sandra Harrison:
Morse will.

Lewis:
[angrily] Inspector Morse is dead!

Episode 29. the Way Through the Woods:
Dr. Hobson: Well, I'm not here to see the bouncy castle!

Episode 29. the Way Through the Woods:
Morse: Where were you Dr Harding?

Episode 30. the Daughters of Cain:
Chief Supt. Strange: You better have a doctor present. We don’t want him having another heart attack in police custody. Ha, mind you if he ups and dies it will save us the expense of a trial.

Episode 31. Death is Now my Neighbour:
Adele Cecil: This anagram, "around eve" — I've tried and I've tried, but all I can come up with is "Endeavour". And no-one's called Endeavour, surely?

Episode 32. the Wench is Dead:
Chief Supt. Strange: Hello Morse, bearing up are we?

Episode 32. the Wench is Dead:
Chief Supt. Strange: Angel of Death flutters it's wings over his head has it?

Episode 32. the Wench is Dead:
Morse: I think it frets the saints in heaven to see how many desolate creatures upon the earth have learned the simple dues of fellowship and social comfort in a hospital. Who said that?

Episode 33. the Remorseful Day:
Woman: What's your first name?

Episode 33. the Remorseful Day:
Morse: Isn't it your round?

Episode 33. the Remorseful Day:
Chief Supt. Strange: [referring to Morse's letter to Yvonne Harrison] He's always been an independent sod, Lewis. If he had told you about it, he would have felt that he was letting himself down in your eyes. And he didn't want that, Lewis. He didn't want that.

Episode 33. the Remorseful Day:
Morse: Thank...Lewis...for me.

Episode 33. the Remorseful Day:
Sandra Harrison: John was supposed to come 'round to my flat, but he phoned to say he was working late. I could tell he was lying, so I dialed 1-4-7-1. It was my parents' house. He was a man you had to... share, if you wanted him at all. And I wanted him, ever since he did some work at the house.

Episode 33. the Remorseful Day:
Lewis: Goodbye, sir.