& Jessica Hyde: My name is Jessica Hyde. Come with me now or you’ll all die.
& Jessica: Here. Diamorphine.
Becky: What, heroin?
Jessica: It’s a painkiller. Do for now.
& Jessica: You look good. Should wear that colour more often. You look shit. But in a good way.
& Ian: This is insane! Yesterday I was arrested for a sex crime, today I’m on the run from ex-government nutters who want to pull out my eyes. I’m a fucking IT consultant.
& Jessica: Have everything by the back door, always be ready to leave within 60 seconds.
Becky: What if you’re in the bath?
Jessica: No baths, no showers. It’s time to stop worrying about looking pretty, Becky.
& Becky: “Back soon, don’t have a bath.”?
& Jessica: Ah, shit. Glock 22. She’s CIA.
& Jessica: She knows next to fucking nothing. That’s how they work. They have people high up who get their drones to do their work for them.
& — You’re not agency. Who are you?
Arby: No. I’m not agency. I’m a specialist.
& Wilson: Say to meet at the Embassy. Dane based the Embassy on the Taunton building on the Kame Hill Estate. Only a real twat would know that. And me.
Becky: Never deny your inner twat, Wilson. It’s part of your charm.
& Ian: He’s on our side, isn’t he?
Jessica: There’s no sides. Just people who help you and people who don’t.
& Wilson: And, Becky, be careful. Grant’s a city trader. He’s bound to be a cock.
& Wilson: Bloody hell, you sound about ten.
Becky: Close. He’s 11.
Wilson: What? Really? You said you owned a Porsche and that your girlfriend was a supermodel.
Grant: Yeah, I’ve got ambitions.
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& Jessica: Here. Diamorphine.
Becky: What, heroin?
Jessica: It’s a painkiller. Do for now.
& Jessica: You look good. Should wear that colour more often. You look shit. But in a good way.
& Ian: This is insane! Yesterday I was arrested for a sex crime, today I’m on the run from ex-government nutters who want to pull out my eyes. I’m a fucking IT consultant.
& Jessica: Have everything by the back door, always be ready to leave within 60 seconds.
Becky: What if you’re in the bath?
Jessica: No baths, no showers. It’s time to stop worrying about looking pretty, Becky.
& Becky: “Back soon, don’t have a bath.”?
& Jessica: Ah, shit. Glock 22. She’s CIA.
& Jessica: She knows next to fucking nothing. That’s how they work. They have people high up who get their drones to do their work for them.
& — You’re not agency. Who are you?
Arby: No. I’m not agency. I’m a specialist.
& Wilson: Say to meet at the Embassy. Dane based the Embassy on the Taunton building on the Kame Hill Estate. Only a real twat would know that. And me.
Becky: Never deny your inner twat, Wilson. It’s part of your charm.
& Ian: He’s on our side, isn’t he?
Jessica: There’s no sides. Just people who help you and people who don’t.
& Wilson: And, Becky, be careful. Grant’s a city trader. He’s bound to be a cock.
& Wilson: Bloody hell, you sound about ten.
Becky: Close. He’s 11.
Wilson: What? Really? You said you owned a Porsche and that your girlfriend was a supermodel.
Grant: Yeah, I’ve got ambitions.
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