Margaret Brackenreid: I just made this. It's called eggnog. Try it.
[he takes a sip]
Margaret Brackenreid: What do you think?
Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Waste of good rum.
Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Hey, Jackson, what do you think you're doing?
Constable Jackson: I- I'm measuring the height of the ceiling, sir. For the tree.
Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: The- There will not be a tree in here.
Constable Jackson: No tree?
Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Bloody Germans and their idiotic traditions. Jackson, get down!
Detective William Murdoch: Sir, a tree wouldn't be a terrible idea.
Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: This is a place of work, Murdoch, not a bloody herbarium.
Constable Jackson: It's a pity we can't have a tree, sir. I-It would certainly make our task feel more festive.
Detective William Murdoch: They do lighten the spirit don't they?
Constable Jackson: Yes, sir. You-you should see my family's tree. It-it's ten feet tall if it was an inch. And when all the candles are ablaze, it is...
Detective William Murdoch: That's a fire hazard, isn't it?
Constable Jackson: Well, it may be, sir, but what a fire hazard!
Detective William Murdoch: [to Julia, as the crowd sings "Joy to the World"] Lovely.
Detective William Murdoch: [riding in a sleigh, she kisses him] Julia! The driver.
Dr. Julia Ogden: I'm sure he's seen it before. And much more I'd wager,
Detective William Murdoch: You're probably right.
[they kiss again]
Detective William Murdoch: It's almost Christmas.