Insp. Brackenreid quotes from Murdoch Mysteries

What kind of man delivers a corpse to a police station?

Coppers don't believe in coincidences.

Murdoch, I know that you take great personal pride in having just two speeds: slow and dead slow.

Listen, I've met a few shirt-lifters over the years and they're a dodgy bunch. They combine the cunning vindictiveness of a woman scorned with the male tendency to get the job done.

A man and his father might not always see eye to eye on certain matters. But with something as serious as this, you don't want to be left wondering if you should have done something differently.

How did you know about the stocks, sir?

Intuition.

Really?

Well, I can't bloody well retire on a copper's salary, can I?

There is nothing that exonerates her.

Based on what? Logic? The compendium of evidence?! Well, booger that, Murdoch! You think she's innocent based on nothing but your own intuition!

But of what use is that? Intuition isn't a reliable basis upon which to form an opinion.

What kind of socks am I wearing?

Pardon?

Brown, black or argyle?

I don't know.

Well, guess!

Argyle. Sir, what kind of socks are you wearing?

[Pulls up his pant leg to reveal argyle socks] You should learn to trust your intuition, me ol' mucker!

Sir, I simply doubt I can be objective.

Then be professional.

Murdoch, I'm off to the theatre. Not even you can ruin it.

Oh, the theatre, sir? Then you'll love the kinethescope! It shows a moving picture of-

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, I've heard all about this nonsense. We have Shakespeare playing in The Grand and you'd rather watch a man with a head cold sneeze every ten seconds.

One person, I could understand. But four people with identical memories? It's almost as if they were...

...rehearsed.

So if we use your new mo-graph thingy...

...then we can scientifically measure whether a man is lying.

I've got one of those at home. It's called a wife.