- Adele Cecil: This anagram, "around eve" — I've tried and I've tried, but all I can come up with is "Endeavour". And no-one's called Endeavour, surely?
Morse: I told you — my mother was a Quaker, and Quakers sometimes call their children names like 'Hope', and 'Patience'. My father was obsessed with Captain Cook, and his ship was called Endeavour. Why aren't you both laughing?
Lewis: You poor sod!
Adele Cecil: I'm not calling you "Endeavour".
Lewis: Call him "Sir". He likes that.
Adele Cecil: Oh, no, no,— I'll stick to "Morse", like everyone else.
Morse: [Raises his glass of beer.] Cheers!
Morse: That which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.