This is kind of a spoiler, I suppose... because basically every episode goes like this:
Morse: "Shut up Lewis, you're from Liverpool and don't understand about clever things, like musical snobbery."
Lewis: "That's right sir, I'm just a poor scouser, but can I point out something completely obvious so that you can look pained and then realise I've got a point, in my simple working class way?"
Morse: "If you must Lewis, but I have a large collection of old recordings of Maria Callas going la la la in French, singing about cigarette factories and traditional Spanish cruelty to animals, so naturally I'm not going to listen."
Lewis: "But surely sir, the murderer is the famous guest actor with a role in the story inversely proportional to their position on the cast list?"
Morse: "Shut up Lewis. Oh, hello Inspector Strange. I'm a detective with a 100% clear-up rate (better than Sherlock Holmes, in fact) and yet you're still always grumpy with me, and behave like I'm an amateur in need of your advice. And that name's a bit dodgy, this isn't a Dickens novel you know."
Strange: "You're Getting Too Involved Morse"
Morose: "Don't I always. After all, I've just met an attractive middle-aged woman that I'm going to make a slightly charmless and old-fashioned move on, without realizing that naturally this means she will either be a murderer, or be murdered, within the next 35 minutes, or just tell me to clear off for being such an abrasive old meany. Fortunately Oxford has an unlimited supply of middle-aged opera-loving attractive single women. Or is it Cambridge? I can never remember. Oh well, whatever. Inspector Morse, Thames Valley CID. Shut up Lewis. Let's go down the pub so that we can get more sponsorship from the Brewers."
It's Bergerac with Middle-Class Pretensions, basically.
Morse: "Shut up Lewis, you're from Liverpool and don't understand about clever things, like musical snobbery."
Lewis: "That's right sir, I'm just a poor scouser, but can I point out something completely obvious so that you can look pained and then realise I've got a point, in my simple working class way?"
Morse: "If you must Lewis, but I have a large collection of old recordings of Maria Callas going la la la in French, singing about cigarette factories and traditional Spanish cruelty to animals, so naturally I'm not going to listen."
Lewis: "But surely sir, the murderer is the famous guest actor with a role in the story inversely proportional to their position on the cast list?"
Morse: "Shut up Lewis. Oh, hello Inspector Strange. I'm a detective with a 100% clear-up rate (better than Sherlock Holmes, in fact) and yet you're still always grumpy with me, and behave like I'm an amateur in need of your advice. And that name's a bit dodgy, this isn't a Dickens novel you know."
Strange: "You're Getting Too Involved Morse"
Morose: "Don't I always. After all, I've just met an attractive middle-aged woman that I'm going to make a slightly charmless and old-fashioned move on, without realizing that naturally this means she will either be a murderer, or be murdered, within the next 35 minutes, or just tell me to clear off for being such an abrasive old meany. Fortunately Oxford has an unlimited supply of middle-aged opera-loving attractive single women. Or is it Cambridge? I can never remember. Oh well, whatever. Inspector Morse, Thames Valley CID. Shut up Lewis. Let's go down the pub so that we can get more sponsorship from the Brewers."
It's Bergerac with Middle-Class Pretensions, basically.