& Roper: You drink my wine, you steal my woman... Proud of you, Danny.
& Lady Langbourne: Lord Langbourne is a snob, basically. Three generations of Eton or you’re not on the map.
Roper: I’m only one generation, Sandy. So what does that make me?
Sandy: You’re paying the bill, Dicky. Which means... you are the map.
& Angela: Oh, T.E. Lawrence... of Arabia. The lonely genius who wished only to be a number.
& Angela: Oh, you’re too bloody perfect, Jonathan Pine, that’s your trouble. I don’t want you perfect. Go on, have a biscuit. Eat it.
& Steadman: Now, there’s about 3,000 years of wisdom in this room and I represent about six weeks of it. But hell, those odds never stopped an American before.
& Steadman: He’s crossed the bridge.
Angela: Yeah. Now we’re burning it.
& Corky: When you’re better, I will hood you, and hang you up by those lovely ankles until the truth falls out of you by gravity. Toodle-oo.
& Frisky: You know the best way to make a bloke talk? Fizzy drink treatment. Up the nose. Bung the mouth. And if you’ve got a funnel handy... Oh, it’s even better. Hits you right in the switchboard. It’s bloody diabolical.
& Roper: You sleep now. Tomorrow, we’ll find out who you really are...
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+ Soundtrack.
& Lady Langbourne: Lord Langbourne is a snob, basically. Three generations of Eton or you’re not on the map.
Roper: I’m only one generation, Sandy. So what does that make me?
Sandy: You’re paying the bill, Dicky. Which means... you are the map.
& Angela: Oh, T.E. Lawrence... of Arabia. The lonely genius who wished only to be a number.
& Angela: Oh, you’re too bloody perfect, Jonathan Pine, that’s your trouble. I don’t want you perfect. Go on, have a biscuit. Eat it.
& Steadman: Now, there’s about 3,000 years of wisdom in this room and I represent about six weeks of it. But hell, those odds never stopped an American before.
& Steadman: He’s crossed the bridge.
Angela: Yeah. Now we’re burning it.
& Corky: When you’re better, I will hood you, and hang you up by those lovely ankles until the truth falls out of you by gravity. Toodle-oo.
& Frisky: You know the best way to make a bloke talk? Fizzy drink treatment. Up the nose. Bung the mouth. And if you’ve got a funnel handy... Oh, it’s even better. Hits you right in the switchboard. It’s bloody diabolical.
& Roper: You sleep now. Tomorrow, we’ll find out who you really are...
--
On the IMDb
+ Soundtrack.
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