John Nettles credited as playing...
DCI Tom Barnaby
- D.C.I. Tom Barnaby: Rule number... where are we up to now?
- Nico: Uh, seven, sir.
- D.C.I. Tom Barnaby: Rule number seven. Never use the indicator. Keeps the other drivers on their toes. Is that right, Troy?
- [last lines]
- D.C.I. Tom Barnaby: Ghost! What's the world coming to, Joyce? Half a paragraph on the crime, and a whole page on something that doesn't exist.
- Sgt. Gavin Troy: Your average villain's gone soft, carving up paintings. They'll be breaking the speed limit next or dropping litter.
- D.C.I. Tom Barnaby: Why choose that picture? Why not one of the others? And having broken in, why not nick something?
- Sgt. Gavin Troy: Have you got something against us having a quiet day, sir?
- Cully Barnaby: Suppose a nice juicy murder is too much to hope for, then?
- D.C.I. Tom Barnaby: The best I can offer is a vandalized painting at Aspen Tallow Museum. But so far your detective sergeant is absolutely believable.
- Nico: Terrific. Why?
- D.C.I. Tom Barnaby: You observed rule number one, always keep the Governor waiting.
- D.C.I. Tom Barnaby: [to a dog] You are sitting in my chair. And you're probably wearing my socks, aren't you, eh?
- Charles MacKillop: Why did you let old Miss Bunsall loose in the museum, Inspector?
- D.C.I. Tom Barnaby: Professional curiosity, I suppose. See, I don't believe in ghosts, just people with dark motives.
- Sgt. Gavin Troy: We've lost him, Sir.
- D.C.I. Tom Barnaby: You're paid to catch him, Troy, not to lose him.
- Sgt. Gavin Troy: [to Nico] Rule number 24, don't expect any sympathy.
- Alan Bradford: Jonathan Lowrie, royalist, philanthropist, classical scholar, all around excellent egg.
- Nico: Yes, 1591 to 1644.
- D.C.I. Tom Barnaby: How do you know?
- Nico: It says so over there where he's buried.
- Sgt. Gavin Troy: Spare me from little old ladies! She's a cantankerous old bag, and daft as a bloody brush.
- D.C.I. Tom Barnaby: Oh, I don't know, Troy. I rather like her.
- D.C.I. Tom Barnaby: I'm surprised you've got anything left to curate, Mr. Bradford. Fake alarm system on the front wall, single mortise lock on the door, windows won't shut properly. Why don't you hang up a notice saying, 'please burgle me'?
- Dr. Catherine Bullard: [In Dr. Bullard's office] No real damage, Tom. You'll have a nasty bruise, though.
- [pauses]
- Dr. Catherine Bullard: A spade you say? I didn't know gardening could be so dangerous.
- D.C.I. Tom Barnaby: This was ghost busting, Cathy.
- Sgt. Gavin Troy: [enters office with nurse] Thanks a lot, Tracy. I'll call you next week, okay?
- D.C.I. Tom Barnaby: Old friend?
- Sgt. Gavin Troy: Uh... new friend.
- Dr. Catherine Bullard: Right. Well, give my love to Joyce and Cully, won't you?
- D.C.I. Tom Barnaby: Cathy, I wouldn't ask this unless it were important, and I know you've got a waiting room full of people out there, but if I wanted to drive someone over the edge, could I do it?
- Sgt. Gavin Troy: I'm living proof of that, sir.
- Alan Bradford: Can I ask something? How did old Bunsall know it was Jim in that grave?
- D.C.I. Tom Barnaby: The power of extended logic, ultra common sense, if you like. We've all got it, but she uses it.
- Anne Quarritch: You mean it's not a special gift like she'd have us believe?
- D.C.I. Tom Barnaby: No, of course not.
- Sgt. Gavin Troy: Not like she'd be the one to tell us, huh?