- Lexie: How's Golly?
- Archie MacDonald: Not good. He hasn't even started your cake.
- Lexie: What's wrong with my cake? Let me guess, you prefer my buns. You know, if you ever fancy a nibble...
- Archie MacDonald: [visiting Golly in a police cell] Lexie made this for you.
- [He unveils a cake]
- Golly Mackenzie: Is there a file in it?
- Archie MacDonald: Hmm, hard to tell.
- [last lines]
- Hector: [seated at a full dining table] Do I know these people?
- Stella: They're here for the fishing.
- Hector: Oh. I suppose you're going to have them locked up.
- Stella: If the one in the red dicky bow plays footsie with me one more time, I'll do more than lock him up.
- Hector: Ah. I recommend the claymore hanging in the hall. That's if he survives the food, of course. Ah, Lexie.
- Lexie: [to Stella] Can I serve you, Madam?
- Stella: Yes, please. What is it?
- Lexie: It's your favourite. Poached salmon.