- Detective John 'Jack' Robinson: Oh, and did you make a note about leaving the scene of the crime in order to escort Miss Fisher home?
- Hugh Collins: She made a request, sir.
- Detective John 'Jack' Robinson: Miss Fisher is gonna make a good deal of requests, Constable. And while there may be circumstances in which we can be of mutual benefit to each other, we need to establish right up front who wears the trousers in this arrangement.
- [Neither fail to note Miss Fisher descending the stairs wearing, by chance, trousers]
- Phryne Fisher: I think I'll fly solo for the rest of the evening.
- Bert: Sure that's a good idea?
- Phryne Fisher: Easier to pass as a revolutionary without a posse of staff.
- Bert: Fair point.
- Jane: [Seeing Phryne's scabbed knees] What happened to YOU?
- Phryne Fisher: Too much champagne with lunch.
- Dorothy 'Dot' Williams: You're not doubting the word of a reverend mother?
- Phryne Fisher: Is that a first-class ticket to purgatory?