- Frost: You don't know anything about goin' to church, do you?
- D.S. Sharpe: Weddings and funerals mostly. I've had the one and I'm waitin' for the other.
- D.S. Toolan: [to Frost] Your hand - it's really bad, is it?
- Frost: Yeah, well, you know, it's one of those things. When it happens, you don't feel a thing, and afterward it's just incessant pain.
- D.S. Sharpe: [Dryly] Like workin' for you then?
- Supt. Mullett: I won't have any investigation against the church that cannot be supported by a reasonable suspicion. A priest... You can't seriously suspect him.
- Frost: I'm not prejudiced. I'll suspect anyone. Anyway, you know what the old saying is, don't you. The closer the faith, the closer the Devil.
- Frost: Mullet's out there cluckin' like a mother hen.
- D.S. Toolan: [In his hospital bed] Oh, God! Don't let him in! Tell him I've died and gone to Heaven.
- Frost: Heaven is not going to be an option for the people the likes of you and I, George.
- Martine Phillips: I think in this case the knifing's down to pure male anger and rage. Your killer is living an emotionally shut down life.
- Frost: That could apply to half the male population in the country.
- Frost: Why do you get involved in cases like this?
- Martine Phillips: It's my professional life, Inspector.
- Frost: What? Gettin' inside the head of a vicious killer?
- Martine Phillips: I suppose it's a bit like going down a dark alley without a torch.
- Frost: So you get a bit of a thrill out of it, do you?
- Frost: [Sarcastically referring to Sharpe's obvious attraction to Martine Phillips] Only I was wondering if it was your moody enigmatic personality with its scintilating wit that she fancied or whether it was something more basic like sex.
- D.S. Sharpe: It's sex, I hope.
- Frost: Oh, well, we all live in hope.