[Jenny tries to persuade Samantha to go to the shelter during an air-raid]
Samantha Stewart:
Can't we ask Jerry to come back later?
[Andrew has joined his father on a fishing trip]
Andrew Foyle:
I can't see the attraction of standing ankle deep in mud, trying to catch a fish too stupid to come any where near us.
DCS Christopher Foyle:
Don't underestimate the intellegence of the average trout, and besides, they can hear you from forty feet away, so please try and keep quiet!
Samantha Stewart:
[to DCS Foyle about the Day of Prayer service] I hope the vicar's sermon's are shorter than my father's!
Paul Milner:
Did you type these, Sir?
DCS Christopher Foyle:
Like I said, I'm short staffed
Wing Commander Martin Keller:
I was simply doing what I thought was best for the war!
DCS Christopher Foyle:
I'm sure a great many Nazi's will be saying the same thing when this war is over.
DCS Christopher Foyle:
What's that smell?
Andrew Foyle:
Let's see.
[lights a match, only to realize that the "shelter" is full of drums of aviation fuel]
DCS Christopher Foyle:
Blow it out, would you?
[Andrew blows the match out]
DCS Christopher Foyle:
Why have you brought us to shelter in a fuel dump, Andrew?
[Andrew has spotted a car approching]
DCS Christopher Foyle:
Here comes the cavalry!
[the pair walk over to the car]
Samantha Stewart:
[leaning across Milner] We were getting worried about you, sir. Are you all right?
DCS Christopher Foyle:
[glancing at Andrew] Well, no thanks to this one!
DCS Christopher Foyle:
The uniform suits you.
Andrew Foyle:
Thanks. I wish I could say the same about your dressing gown!
[Sam is driving DCS Foyle back to Hastings from a conference]
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:
You see, the trouble with war is committees, and the trouble with committees is people take half an hour to say what you or I could say in a couple of minutes.
Samantha Stewart:
Hmmm. I had an instructor at the M.T.C. We called him Chloroform because when he finished talking, there was nobody left awake.
DCS Christopher Foyle:
What did he teach?
Samantha Stewart:
Road safety.
DCS Christopher Foyle:
[pauses] Now you tell me!
DCS Christopher Foyle:
Murder is murder. You stop believing that and we might as well not be fighting the war -because you end up like the Nazis.
[Wing Commander Keller arrives at Group Captain Graham's house, and reveals that he will be investigating the Group Captain's death]
DCS Christopher Foyle:
You're too late. I know who killed him, and why he was killed.
Wing Commander Martin Keller:
[leaning close to Foyle] Tell me!
DCS Christopher Foyle:
Not until I've seen my son.
Samantha Stewart:
[to Foyle and Milner] What you both need is a jolly good murder!
DCS Christopher Foyle:
Where do you get your opinion of men?
Barbara Hicks:
Experience.
[Barbara Hicks has asked what her bra is doing in Samantha Stewart's jacket pocket]
DCS Christopher Foyle:
We were trying to decide what it was doing in Hugh Jackson's bedroom.
[Jamieson, a volunteer firefighter, has been caught stealing valuables from bombed-out houses]
Henry Jamieson:
I haven't got anything to say to you.
DCS Christopher Foyle:
Well, that doesn't surprise me. You know, I sometimes wonder why I do this job. And then I come across someone like you. I mean, we're living in such evil times, when the whole world seems to be sinking into some sort of mire. And as if Hitler wasn't enough, we got the likes of you, who capitalize on other people's misery, who hurt them, make things even worse for them when they're at their weakest. And it's with the likes of you that this... mire... begins. And it's some small consolation to know that I've helped to clean up just a little bit of it.
[Paige, Foyle's murder suspect, walks free because he is organizing American supplies for the war effort]
Howard Paige:
You sound like a sore loser. You know what the French say? "C'est la guerre."
DCS Christopher Foyle:
Precisely, Mr. Paige. "It's the war." And no war has lasted forever, and neither will this one. A year, maybe ten, but it will end. And when it does, Mr. Paige, you will still be a thief, a liar, and a murderer, and I will not have forgotten. And wherever you are, I will find you. You're not escaping justice, merely postponing it. Au revoir.
[Foyle has just caught a murderer in a POW camp and is speaking with the camp's chief interrogator]
Major Cornwall:
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I've always tried to see the best in people, and we've had good results with the prisoners. Quite a number have already opened up to us. You see, I spent a year at university in Heidelberg before the war. I always found the Germans to be a civilized and gracious race.
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DCS Christopher Foyle:
Ah...You ever played football against them?
Major Cornwall:
Football? No. Cricket's my game. There's a disappointing dearth of cricket pitches in Heidelberg.
DCS Christopher Foyle:
I was in a police team that played in Germany in ' The German team that met us were very smart, hospitable, very gracious, very civilized. Wonderful night - they wined and dined us, and we all left the Bierkeller at dawn, and we staggered onto the pitch later that day badly hung over. But the German team that ran on to play us were 11 totally different men, who'd been in bed before 10:00, not touched a drop, and we got a complete stuffing. They used different rules. But if we don't want to lose this war, I think first of all, we've even got to be sure about what game they're playing. And you're right... it's not cricket.復(fù)制復(fù)制成功復(fù)制失敗，請手動(dòng)復(fù)制
