Life on Mars quotes
179 total quotesAnnie Cartwright: Are you okay?
Sam Tyler: [sigh] Yeah, I'm just tired.
Annie Cartwright: Me too. I've haven't slept for 24 hours. [She puts her hand on Sam's shoulder]
[Flashback to yesterday, Annie is sorting through paperwork, when she looks at an advert in the newspaper for a Roxy Music concert - 22nd May at 8pm. She looks up to Sam Tyler's jacket hanging.]
Annie Cartwright: Stupid.
[Cut to present day]
Sam Tyler: It's not stupid.
Annie Cartwright: Pardon me?
Sam Tyler: Forget it.
Sam Tyler: [sigh] Yeah, I'm just tired.
Annie Cartwright: Me too. I've haven't slept for 24 hours. [She puts her hand on Sam's shoulder]
[Flashback to yesterday, Annie is sorting through paperwork, when she looks at an advert in the newspaper for a Roxy Music concert - 22nd May at 8pm. She looks up to Sam Tyler's jacket hanging.]
Annie Cartwright: Stupid.
[Cut to present day]
Sam Tyler: It's not stupid.
Annie Cartwright: Pardon me?
Sam Tyler: Forget it.
Annie Cartwright: Boss, he's got a pulse. He's alive! [Gene pours tea over the victim who moans in pain]
Gene Hunt: He is alive, isn't he?
Sam Tyler: You see, that's why you need women detectives!
Gene Hunt: You said he was dead!
Ray Carling: Well he weren't moving!
Gene Hunt: Chris doesn't move; it don't mean he's dead! Go on, Dr Kildare, get an ambulance!
Gene Hunt: He is alive, isn't he?
Sam Tyler: You see, that's why you need women detectives!
Gene Hunt: You said he was dead!
Ray Carling: Well he weren't moving!
Gene Hunt: Chris doesn't move; it don't mean he's dead! Go on, Dr Kildare, get an ambulance!
Annie Cartwright: Boss, there's a viscous yellow liquid in his ear....
Gene Hunt: No, that's the drip from my fried egg butty, love. Well done Miss Marple, that's why we need women detectives...
Gene Hunt: No, that's the drip from my fried egg butty, love. Well done Miss Marple, that's why we need women detectives...
Annie Cartwright: Darling, meet Roger and Carol.
Sam Tyler: [shaking hands] Hi, Tony Blair.
Sam Tyler: [shaking hands] Hi, Tony Blair.
Annie Cartwright: Sam's still out cold, Doc says he may need to go to hospital for blood tests.
Gene Hunt: I know what blood group he is, A-Rhesus-Smug.
Gene Hunt: I know what blood group he is, A-Rhesus-Smug.
Annie Cartwright: We were hoping you could be a voice of reason...
Sam Tyler: [Feverishly intense] I came out of a musical box.
Annie Cartwright:... a stabilizing influence...
Sam Tyler: [Feverishly intense] I came out of a musical box.
Annie Cartwright:... a stabilizing influence...
Chris Skelton: Boss? Bloody hell, you look like something out of the Addams Family.
Sam Tyler: Up all night.
Chris Skelton: Oh aye. What was her name?
Sam Tyler: Migraine.
Chris Skelton: German bird?
Sam Tyler: Up all night.
Chris Skelton: Oh aye. What was her name?
Sam Tyler: Migraine.
Chris Skelton: German bird?
Chris Skelton: I wonder what killed him?.
Gene Hunt: That would be the bloody enormous hole in his chest where the bullet went in!
Gene Hunt: That would be the bloody enormous hole in his chest where the bullet went in!
Chris Skelton: I'd hate to end up in prison.
Sam Tyler: Not very likely, is it Chris?
Chris: What if I was wrongly accused of killing my wife like David Janssen in The Fugitive?
Sam: You mean Harrison Ford.
Chris: No I don't.
Sam Tyler: Not very likely, is it Chris?
Chris: What if I was wrongly accused of killing my wife like David Janssen in The Fugitive?
Sam: You mean Harrison Ford.
Chris: No I don't.
Chris Skelton: What's a vol-au-vent?
Ray Carling: It's puff pastry shell filled with a savoury meat mixture.
Chris Skelton: So its a pie then.
Ray Carling: It's puff pastry shell filled with a savoury meat mixture.
Chris Skelton: So its a pie then.
Chris Skelton: Woman in her twenties, dead.
Gene Hunt: Well I didn't think she was sunbathing, did I?!
Gene Hunt: Well I didn't think she was sunbathing, did I?!
Chris: Dickie's famous for getting caught in Alicante.
Ray: Flagrante, Chris, in flagrante
Ray: Flagrante, Chris, in flagrante
DCI Gene Hunt: A villain farts in this city, our snouts should be able to name the arse responsible.