21 авг. 2015 г.

Salting the Battlefield

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Johnny Worricker — 3


& Margot: We could MAKE coffee, you know.
    Johnny: I never make coffee, I buy it.
    Margot: I’ve noticed.
    Johnny: It’s better. I see more.

& Ted: So? So, what shall I say?
    Alec Beasley: Well, we say nothing. If we go near the fire, we feed it. If we ignore it, it dies. That’s what I’ve learn.

& Sterling: Alec, you are the greatest politician of the age. Your enemies are plankton. Truly. Some rogue M15 man with a file! Is that what the Prime Minister of Great Britain should be worrying about first thing in the morning? Some tie-dyed arsehole from the Turks and Caicos?
    Alec Beasley: Was he wearing tie-dye?


& Jill: We can deal with that.
    Anthea: You can deal with the British press in full cry?
    Jill: I don’t see why not. At MI5 we’ve never had any problem with the press.
    Anthea: Really?
    Jill: Politics is fair game, national security isn’t. They’re like all bullies, they don’t like being bullied back.

& Margot: I remember one thing about spying... Spies work alone.

& Johnny: A campaign isn’t a campaign if it’s only been picked up by one paper.

& Johnny: I can get you back in... I’ve watched you the last few months. You’re brilliant at it. You love it.
    Margot: Yes. But I love you more.

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