- Lt. James Dempsey: How can you tell a Polak at a cockfight? He's the one with a duck.
- [Makepeace glances at him but does not laugh]
- Lt. James Dempsey: How can you tell the Irishman at a cockfight? He's the one who bet on the duck.
- [still no hint of a smile]
- Lt. James Dempsey: How can you tell the mafia was at the cockfight?
- Det. Sgt. Harry Makepeace: The duck won?
- Chief Supt. Gordon Spikings: [brushing his hair with his hand like he always does in times of stress] Haggis, haggis... I hate the Scotch. I hate them even more than the bloody Yanks!
- Lt. James Dempsey: [walking in the park] Makepeace, I wanna ask you something.
- Det. Sgt. Harry Makepeace: Yes?
- Lt. James Dempsey: What's haggis?
- Det. Sgt. Harry Makepeace: Ehm... it's offal. This seems a good place.
- [lays down the blanket she is carrying on the grass]
- Lt. James Dempsey: No, I didn't mean what it tastes like, what is it?
- Det. Sgt. Harry Makepeace: It's offal.
- Stephen Heller: [referring to her dress] You're still wearing it.
- Det. Sgt. Harry Makepeace: Don't you like it?
- Stephen Heller: Not any longer. Take it off.
- Det. Sgt. Harry Makepeace: [forced to land a plane] Dempsey, I'm scared.
- Lt. James Dempsey: [talking her down from ground control] No, you're not. You're just nervous.
- Chief Supt. Gordon Spikings: She's nervous?