- Nikola Tesla: [to Murdoch] Alternating current doesn't need to bribe its way into the future. Logic and history compel it to.
- [last lines]
- [Murdoch flips a switch on the wireless]
- Nikola Tesla: Detective Murdoch, you are the first to receive a wireless transmission from New York.
- Detective William Murdoch: I came to thank you in person-
- Nikola Tesla: Do not attempt to transmit in return. The power of this unit is far too weak. While I do think this is a splendid invention, I have other ideas of much greater importance that must be explored. We are men of the future, Detective Murdoch, and what a future it shall be.
- Detective William Murdoch: Yes. What a future it shall be.
- Constable George Crabtree: [on his way out of his shift at the police station, sees Murdoch coming in] Oh, sir. Is there anything else you'll be needing this evening?
- Detective William Murdoch: I believe that's all. Thank you, George.
- Constable George Crabtree: Okay. Well, I'll see you tomorrow.
- [turns]
- Detective William Murdoch: [sniffs after Crabtree] G-George. Is that lavender I smell?
- Constable George Crabtree: [smiles, stretches out his arms] Cleanliness, sir. Next to godliness.
- [walks away]
- Detective William Murdoch: I'll remember that.
- Edna Garrison: [opens her door to a slightly nervous Crabtree and is not happy to see him] Does your detective wish to interrogate me further?
- Constable George Crabtree: Actually, miss, my interests here are strictly personal.
- [reveals the small pot of African violets he has been hiding behind his back]
- Edna Garrison: I'm afraid my own interests in that regard have waned.
- Constable George Crabtree: [pauses, looks down the hallway, then back at her] Miss, I'm well aware that the ship between us has sailed.
- [looks at the flowers]
- Constable George Crabtree: In fact, these flowers were not meant for you.
- Edna Garrison: They're not?
- Constable George Crabtree: No.
- [gives a nervous laugh]
- Constable George Crabtree: This is very awkward now, but I was hoping to make the acquaintance of your dog.
- [pauses]
- Constable George Crabtree: Does she like violets?
- Edna Garrison: You've come to call on my... dog?
- Constable George Crabtree: Yes. I was hoping she would walk with me. In fact, I'd be very obliged if you could join us, maybe as chaperone.
- Edna Garrison: [takes the violets from Crabtree, smiles slightly] Will you wait downstairs?