Cyril, hurry up! Your breakfast is getting cold, as usual. Cyril, I don't like your tie....

Mrs. Willis: Cyril, hurry up! Your breakfast is getting cold, as usual. Mrs. Willis: [Cyril enters] Cyril, I don't like your tie. Chief Insp. Cyril Willis: You gave it to me, dear. Mrs. Willis: That's no excuse. Mrs. Willis: [Handing him the paper] Cyril, look at the newspaper. Chief Insp. Cyril Willis: [Uninterested] Something in it? Mrs. Willis: The date! Chief Insp. Cyril Willis: [Sarcastic] That made the front page again? Mrs. Willis: It's the 25th - - six more days, and you'll finish at The Yard. Chief Insp. Cyril Willis: Hopefully in a blaze of glory. My final case - the capstone of my career. Mrs. Willis: [Chuckles] Well, what difference would it make? Chief Insp. Cyril Willis: Oh, it has to do with something sacred. Mrs. Willis: Cyril, you're making no sense, as usual. Chief Insp. Cyril Willis: It's about the sanctity of property. Of all the crimes of which man is capable, the one that really rankles me is the violation of property. Oh, there's your murder, of course - - rape, kidnap... Chief Insp. Cyril Willis: [Looks slyly at his wife] ... wife beating. Mrs. Willis: Don't be ridiculous. Chief Insp. Cyril Willis: But life - - however precious, life perishes. It's only property that lives on and on. Now the man I intend to arrest had the presumption to usurp himself that which we consider to be the most valuable property of all: diamonds. The dearest, noblest, most direct link we have to the very core of the planet itself. Mrs. Willis: The filthy bugger. Chief Insp. Cyril Willis: Yes, dear.