- [a woman in a short tennis skirt bends over, showing her knickers. Regan and Stanley Proctor leer at her]
- Stanley Proctor: I could be arrested for what you were thinking!
- Det. Insp. Jack Regan: I sometimes hate this bastard place! It's a bloody holiday camp for thieves and weirdos - all the rubbish. You age prematurely trying to sort some of them out. Try and protect the public, and all they do is call you fascist. You nail a villain and some ponced-up pinstripe Hampstead barrister screws it up like an old fag-packet on a point of procedure, then pops off for a game of squash and a glass of madeira. He's taking home thirty grand a year, and we can just about afford ten days in Eastbourne and a second-hand car. It's all bloody wrong, my son.
- [Regan and Carter find Stanley Proctor's body lying on the floor of his ransacked shop]
- Det. Insp. Jack Regan: They really laid into him.
- Det. Sgt. George Carter: Poor little bastard.
- Det. Insp. Jack Regan: [bitterly and sarcastically] He was sixty-three, five foot four and asthmatic - he must have *really* given them a bad time.
- Kate Regan: I still love you, Jack. And I still hate you. Well, not you, maybe - the job.
- Det. Insp. Jack Regan: You can't separate a man from his work, Kate.
- Kate Regan: That's the trouble.
- [Regan has arrested Brenda for kidnapping his daughter]
- Det. Insp. Jack Regan: Have you any idea what you've done to her mother? She could end up in a psychiatric ward because of you.
- Brenda: [lamely] Sorry.
- Det. Insp. Jack Regan: [angrily] Sorry? Too bloody late for that! If you were Alan Foss, I'd take you somewhere quiet and I'd make sure you never walked straight again!
- Det. Insp. Jack Regan: People like you and Foss make me laugh. I find you both about as funny as a broken leg.
- Det. Sgt. George Carter: [Looking at a wilted plant of Regan's] Hey, you haven't been waterin' this, have yah?
- Det. Insp. Jack Regan: [Dryly] They don't like scotch.
- Det. Sgt. George Carter: Look, how do you want to play this?
- Det. Insp. Jack Regan: The way it comes.
- Det. Chief Insp. Frank Haskins: Jack, I didn't understand.
- Det. Insp. Jack Regan: At least you listened.
- Det. Sgt. George Carter: It's dated today... coincidence?
- Det. Insp. Jack Regan: I don't believe in coincidence when a man's been murdered.