- Detective William Murdoch: Sir, have you considered the charge for a transatlantic signal?
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Well, it can't be that expensive. My sister telegraphs every Christmas, and she's married to a bloody Scotsman.
- [last lines]
- Orphanage Woman: I'm from the Hamley House for Orphans.
- Detective William Murdoch: Yes; thank you for coming on such short notice. I'm Detective William Murdoch. My wife, Julia Ogden.
- Dr. Julia Ogden: Will he be adopted?
- Orphanage Woman: We'll do our best, ma'am.
- Detective William Murdoch: He doesn't seem to want to go.
- Orphanage Woman: I'll take him.
- Detective William Murdoch: Actually, I... I would... We... would like to adopt him. We've discussed it, and I believe we are in agreement.
- Orphanage Woman: It's most unusual. Are you certain?
- Dr. Julia Ogden: We are.
- Detective William Murdoch: We are.
- Orphanage Woman: Then I'll drop off the papers. Good day.
- [she leaves]
- Detective William Murdoch: What have we done?
- Dr. Julia Ogden: Hopefully the right thing.
- [first lines]
- Detective William Murdoch: Here, allow me.
- Joanne Perly: Oh, thank you. Oh. They really should have picked a better branch for baby day.
- Detective William Murdoch: Baby day?
- Joanne Perly: You open an account for your baby and they'll match what you deposit up to five dollars.
- Detective William Murdoch: Five dollars!
- Joanne Perly: Yeah.
- Detective William Murdoch: That's a lot of money.
- Constable George Crabtree: Share the costs, sir. There must be dozens of Yorkies in Toronto who'd be willing to pay for real-time results. H- have Jackson call them out as they come in. Play by... play. All coming from a game five thousand miles away.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: You know, Crabtree, you have some daft ideas, but this one is bloody brilliant.
- Constable George Crabtree: Agreed.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: You've made me miss the end of the match.
- [cocks his pistol]
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: I've half a mind to shoot you on principle.
- Dr. Julia Ogden: I didn't take you for a patriot, Inspector.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Patriot?
- Detective William Murdoch: Your tattoo, sir. Eighteen sixty-seven; the birth of Canada.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Sod Canada. Eighteen sixty-seven is the birth of the Wednesday. Sheffield Wednesday Football Club.
- Detective William Murdoch: They both would have needed access to the safe.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: They could have hired a safe-cracker.
- Detective William Murdoch: Or Mr. Mortimer *is* in on it. But that begs the same question: why not simply walk out of the bank with the plates?