- [the police try to ask Tina Bragg some questions about Tony Bragg at his funeral; Gregory Ormond tries to protect Tina]
- Gregory Ormond: Haven't you got any feelings? Can't you see the state she's in?
- Sgt. Grieve: Why don't you button your lip?
- Gregory Ormond: I dunno. Why don't you dress up as a hedgehog and go crawl across a motorway?
- [Jim is locked in a wine-cellar overnight with Philippa Vale who is planning to steal a very rare bottle of wine]
- Philippa Vale: May as well grab one of the other ones. We're locked in here. We've got to do something.
- [she opens it, drinks a glass and offers another one to Jim]
- Jim Bergerac: No thanks.
- Philippa Vale: No, of course. You don't drink, do you? Oh, James! This does put the kybosh on my plan.
- Jim Bergerac: What plan was that?
- Philippa Vale: Well I was going to fill you full of fine old vintages and then take advantage of your helpless state.
- Jim Bergerac: [grinning] That's your technique, is it? Must be a bit difficult, that - judging the fine line between helpless and hopeless.
- Philippa Vale: Course now I really *do* have a problem. You being such a sweet old-fashioned gentleman... If I sit here and polish off this bottle all by myself, *I'll* be the one in the helpless state, and you wouldn't *dream* of taking advantage of me, would you? So do I run the risk of a long cold lonely night of sobriety, constantly buoyed up by the expectation that your iron self-control will crack before dawn's rosy fingers, etcetera etcetera. Or do I cut my losses and drink myself into an abandoned but carnally virtuous stupour?
- Jim Bergerac: You *do* have a problem, don't you?
- Philippa Vale: I do.
- Jim Bergerac: I wish I could help you with it.
- Philippa Vale: James!
- Jim Bergerac: What am I doing here?
- Philippa Vale: You're carrying out an investigation, Sergeant. Isn't that what all good policemen do? Investigate.
- [she leans leans towards him and they kiss tenderly]