- Captain Nathan Spiker: [to John Radstock] You prestidential rogue! I'll have you flogged till the skins peels off your back!
- Sir John Glutton: [Spiker and Swiftnick are both covered in soot] What have we here? Captain Spiker, late of the thirteenth regiment afoot, now serving as a chimney sweep.
- Dick Turpin: [disguised as Judge Lambsfoot] Who prosecutes? What, you, Glutton?
- Sir John Glutton: Aye, my lord.
- Dick Turpin: And who speaks for the defense?
- John Radstock: I'm a poor man, my lord, I've no one to speak for me.
- Dick Turpin: Hm, no speech for the defense, in that case there shall be no speech for the prosecution, that seems only justice.