- [to Haskins]
- Det. Insp. Jack Regan: I am utterly and abjectly pissed-off with this little lot. I've given the best years of my life to the job. I've got eighteen bloody commendations, if you include the one I *didn't* get yesterday. And how does this "wonderful" police force show its gratitude for all my years of unstinting effort? It bangs me up in a crummy little cell like some cheap little villain - all because a toerag called Hutchinson's got a few bottles twitching on the Fifth Floor. Now, because that poor little bastard had the guts to get off his arse, I'm going to have to be reinstated. And what do you bunch of bleeding double-dyed hypocrites want now? You want me to crawl back to work and be terribly grateful that I didn't get nicked for something I didn't do. Well you can stuff it!
- [walks away in disgust]
- [Last lines of the final episode, as Regan disappears in a taxi, vowing to quit the force]
- Det. Chief Insp. Frank Haskins: He'll be back. He needs the job like an alcoholic needs booze.
- Det. Sgt. George Carter: [sarcastically] Yeah?
- [a teenager had been found with a set of false number plates]
- Teenager: A bloke in a pub asked me to collect them.
- Det. Sgt. George Carter: Was he covered in grass and speaking in a Geordie accent?
- Teenager: You what?
- Det. Sgt. George Carter: According to our computer, these plates were issued to a diesel lawnmower owned by Northumberland County Council.