- Mr. Justice Graves: [Reviewing Rumpole's request for bail] Is this a frivolous application?
- Horace Rumpole: Only if it is frivolous to allow the innocent their freedom.
- Howard Swainton: Is this judge someone you crossed swords with at the Old Bailey?
- Horace Rumpole: Swords? Nothing so gentlemanly. Let's say chemical weapons. The old darling's summings-up are pure poison gas!
- Hilda Rumpole: [Gushingly] It seems like only yesterday that I was a young girl and you proposed to me.
- Horace Rumpole: [Acidly] No, it was longer than that.
- Hilda Rumpole: Can you imagine anyone throwing their wedding photograph overboard?
- Hilda Rumpole: [Sarcastically] Perish the thought!