- Philomena Bell: It drove dad mad. She'd leave us, then come back, then leave again. She couldn't live with him, she couldn't live without him. Seb says it's the modern disease.
- DCI Tom Barnaby: What is?
- Philomena Bell: Chronic dissatisfaction.
- DCI Tom Barnaby: [chuckles] Well, he's right!
- [first lines]
- Steve Bright: Cheese!
- Lionel Bell: Get out of the way; I'm trying to photograph this tree.
- Steve Bright: So am I, so you'll just have to wait.
- [snaps a shot]
- Steve Bright: Oh yes, got a real cracker here, Lionel. One for the annual exhibition, I reckon. Your heap of junk hasn't got a prayer up against this baby.
- Lionel Bell: Get out of my way!
- Steve Bright: God, I'd love to give you a good thumping.
- Lionel Bell: Help yourself. Why don't you finish me off while you're about it! After all, you're the one who ruined my life, aren't you?
- Steve Bright: Don't be pathetic.
- Lionel Bell: Well, you can forget about the annual exhibition. The committee has decided not to accept digital images this year.
- Steve Bright: What? What!
- DS Ben Jones: They found a diary on Bell's body. There's an entry for last night.
- DCI Tom Barnaby: Oh, the mystery visitor.
- DS Ben Jones: Apparently so.
- DCI Tom Barnaby: Who was it?
- DS Ben Jones: You, sir.
- Headley Madrigal: [about a photograph] Look at that, hmm. Look how the light glows. A moment; a light-filled moment passing for a fraction of a second through the finest glass to be captured forever on a wisp of silver nitrate. No batteries, gentlemen. No microchips. And no damn pixels.
- [last lines]
- Joyce Barnaby: Tom! Do look a bit more cheerful.
- Marion Bell: Oh, he always was a grumpy old so-and-so; weren't you, Tom? That's why it didn't really work out between us.
- Joyce Barnaby: [chuckles] Hold it!