- Sue Tutt: Sorry, Reggie. We're closed. Greg and I are just terminating our marriage!
- Reggie Barton: That's the spirit! You're worth ten of him!
- Angie Blunstone: Is he back?
- Sue Tutt: Certainly not. Back is not an option.
- Angie Blunstone: I daresay he'll fall on his feet.
- Sue Tutt: Either his feet or the missionary position. Do you care?
- Angie Blunstone: Me? Course not.
- Sue Tutt: Mean more work. Less canoodling behind the freezer.
- Angie Blunstone: Canoodling? Me and Greg?
- Sue Tutt: It's a euphemism, Angie. The real word's much shorter.
- Sue Tutt: All I've wanted, Mr Barnaby, for as long as I can remember, is a Greg-free existence, and I achieved that two days ago. I didn't need to blow his chest open; I just threw his clothes out the window. Much less hassle, and no mandatory life sentence.
- [first lines]
- Reggie Barton: What are you doing?
- Peter Fogden: Unlocking the church door.
- Reggie Barton: Why?
- Emma Tysoe: We're going to practice.
- Reggie Barton: On a Tuesday? Who gave permission?
- Peter Fogden: I have a hot-line to God!
- Reggie Barton: Blasphemous little whelk!
- Peter Fogden: I'm sure he thinks well of you too, Reggie!
- Sergeant Gavin Troy: Mr. Tutt had apparently just won 5,000 pounds. You wouldn't know what happened to the money?
- Rosalind Parr: Heavens, no. I've no interest in the stuff. It's very vulgar. Especially such small quantities.
- Sergeant Gavin Troy: She's the archivist, but I don't see what you're getting at, sir. Are you saying Greg Tutt and Emma were shot because they're bell ringers, picked off in revenge?
- DCI Tom Barnaby: By the phantom vicar of St. Catherine's risen from his watery grave? No, Troy, I'm not saying that.
- Sergeant Gavin Troy: There isn't even a full moon at the moment.
- Rosalind Parr: [speaking with Barnaby] But you're right. I did effectively deny knowledge of the letter, and I did it solely to protect Emma Tysoe. If the poor child lured Greg to the bell tower in order to kill him, well, good for her. She struck a blow for decent womanhood. Not a club of which I am a member, but a girl can emphasize.
- Rosalind Parr: Poor darling. Has the worm finally turned?
- Greg Tutt: Why didn't she have a go at you?
- Rosalind Parr: Because I'm clearly an innocent victim of your lechery.
- [last lines]
- DCI Tom Barnaby: [Troy is having his bloody nose attended to by Rosalind] Troy, do you want a lift home?
- Sergeant Gavin Troy: Uh...
- DCI Tom Barnaby: Er, just phone 999 in an emergency.
- [cell phone rings]
- DCI Tom Barnaby: Barnaby.
- Sergeant Gavin Troy: Should I just be letting these bell ringers just slide away, sir?
- DCI Tom Barnaby: Do you want to sit up all night with them?
- Sergeant Gavin Troy: Well, no.
- DCI Tom Barnaby: Oh, well, while the experts are doing their stuff up in the belfry, you can - you can cherchez la femme.
- Maisie Gooch: I think I've done enough...
- [to Tom Barnaby:]
- Maisie Gooch: Do thank your lovely wife for all those cups of coffee. It was so nice to be welcomed into your home.
- Angie Blunstone: Big fish in a small pond, leads to jealousies in small minds. And they don't come much smaller than the ding-dong brigade; believe me.
- Sergeant Gavin Troy: The only other thing is a note delivered to Mr. Tutt last night. He didn't mention it?
- Rosalind Parr: No. Why should he? Our relationship was fleeting and exclusively carnal.
- Sue Tutt: I'm sorry. You must be confusing me with someone who gives a damn. What, am I supposed to have killed him for his winnings?
- DCI Tom Barnaby: People have been killed for less.
- Sergeant Gavin Troy: I still think it's a woman.
- DCI Tom Barnaby: You said it was Marcus.
- Sergeant Gavin Troy: Well, I include him in that category.