- Bobby Jones: I thought you were in London.
- Frankie Derwent: I was. Now I'm not. How does she do it, no one knows.
- Roger Bassington-ffrench: Never seen me before, have you? How rude. Roger Bassington-ffrench, two small 'f's. Just don't ask me what they stand for.
- Bobby Jones: Shall we take her for a run?
- Ralph 'Knocker' Beadon: Uh, no, sir. We shan't.
- Bobby Jones: Why not?
- Ralph 'Knocker' Beadon: No engine. It's 25 quid. But, up and running, this thing worth 300 anywhere in the world.
- Bobby Jones: Knocker, how are you going to sell a car without an engine?
- Ralph 'Knocker' Beadon: I'm not. You are.
- Frankie Derwent: Ditch the jalopy and jump up here.
- Bobby Jones: Can she take two?
- Frankie Derwent: Yes, *he* can. Some detective you'd make.
- Bobby Jones: Are you wearing my clothes?
- Frankie Derwent: Yes, sir. 'Gamine' is the word you're fumbling for.
- Bobby Jones: Er... why are you...
- Frankie Derwent: Policemen took my dress.
- Bobby Jones: Someone tried to poison me?
- Frankie Derwent: Unless you tried to poison yourself...
- Bobby Jones: Why would I do that?
- Frankie Derwent: Apparently, you said my name in the ambulance. Several times.
- Bobby Jones: Frankie, I hope you won't be offended if I tell I'm not... quite ready to kill myself over you yet.
- Frankie Derwent: I am a little stung.
- Roger Bassington-ffrench: Never seen me before, have you? How rude. Roger Bassingron-ffrench, two small 'f's. Just don't ask me what they stand for.
- Rev. Richard Jones: Yeah, well, you agreed to it, that's the thing. I didn't force you, did I?
- Bobby Jones: No.
- Rev. Richard Jones: I can easily ask Janice.
- Bobby Jones: Janice...
- Rev. Richard Jones: Can't play the organ, I know. But at least she would be here.
- Frankie Derwent: What about you? You played rugby for the under-eighteens when you were fifteen. Too dreamy. And they said you ran away to sea.
- Bobby Jones: Sort of.
- Frankie Derwent: But you've run back?
- Bobby Jones: Sort of.
- Frankie Derwent: Oh, great story, Steve! Dragged a bit in the middle.
- Bobby Jones: Who's Steve?
- Frankie Derwent: I've always called you Steve.
- Bobby Jones: I don't remember you calling me anything.
- Frankie Derwent: Not out loud.
- Bobby Jones: And what about you? What brings you back to Marchbolt?
- Frankie Derwent: Nothing. London sent me back. You've heard of London? Don't want to baffle you with jargon. Well, it's full of people, and yet there's nobody there. Explain that to me, o ancient mariner. What are you doing?
- Bobby Jones: Well, the first hole is a longish par-4, so, I thought you might want to loosen up with a lofted wood.
- Frankie Derwent: You're speaking Welsh now.
- Bobby Jones: I thought you wanted to play.
- Frankie Derwent: Golf?
- Bobby Jones: Well, that is why I'm carrying your bag, isn't it?
- Frankie Derwent: Thank you, Mr Miller. We may need to ask you further questions, so, hope you're not planning to leave town anytime soon.
- Ted Miller: We are a travelling carnival.
- Frankie Derwent: Quite so. Good day, sir.
- Frankie Derwent: Bobby, will you stop jumping out in front of me?
- Bobby Jones: You have to see this.
- Frankie Derwent: Why are you wearing that?
- Bobby Jones: You know, funniest thing, someone stole my clothes.
- Frankie Derwent: Sorry, H, the police have my keys.
- Hari Singh: The kitchen door is always open, Lady Frances.
- Frankie Derwent: I'm not bringing Bobby Jones through the kitchen.
- Bobby Jones: I've been through the kitchen, as it happens.
- Lady Marcham: Can you give me one good reason why I should not have you arrested?
- Frankie Derwent: I'm your daughter.
- Lady Marcham: I find that increasingly hard to believe. It's bad enough that you lost Emily's suede gloves.
- Frankie Derwent: That is not true. I lost one of them.
- Lady Marcham: I blame myself, of course, for not instilling in you a sense of personal property. I honestly wonder if you fully understand how gloves work?
- Frankie Derwent: Mother, I promise I will have your dress cleaned and returned to your wardrobe.
- Lady Marcham: You will go nowhere near my wardrobe. My wardrobe is out of bounds! Do hear, it's been nothing but a string of petty thefts.
- Frankie Derwent: I will drive down tomorrow.
- Lady Marcham: Oh, will you! In what, a stolen car?
- Frankie Derwent: I did ask Mrs Harris.
- Lady Marcham: There's no point in asking her, poor woman. The maid's the only one who knows what's going on in a house. Did you learn nothing at that ridiculous school?
- Frankie Derwent: But *why* didn't they ask Evans? Or, why *didn't* they ask Evans? Or, why didn't they *ask* Evans? It's... ugh, driving me nuts.
- Frankie Derwent: Hmm. Poor Alex Pritchard.
- Bobby Jones: Thought I was Steve.
- Frankie Derwent: You do continue to disappoint me. Alex Pritchard is the name of the man who died.
- Bobby Jones: How do you know that?
- Frankie Derwent: 'The victim of the tragedy has been named as Alex Pritchard... ' That was my first clue. '... who was identified by means of a photograph he was carrying of his sister, Mrs Leo Cayman. Mrs Cayman journeyed to Marchbolt from Paddington late last night to identify the body. Inquest will be held tomorrow.' All that for a thrupence. Apparently, there's one every day.