The Night Manager × 6

& Rob: The International Enforcement Agency is officially mothballed. Go home, Angela. Have your baby. Be a teacher’s wife.

& Roper: You know what this reminds me of? Winston Churchill and T.E. Lawrence in a Cairo hotel dividing up the Middle East over champagne and a cigar. Drew a map on a napkin and shook hands. Kings of Arabia.

& Freddie Hamid: Welcome to Cairo. It’s going to be fun...
    Jonathan: Oh, I can’t wait.

& Roper: You let someone break in here and steal from me. The question is, who?

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& Mr Kouyami: I want my money back, Mr Roper... Mr Roper?

& Roper: Who the hell are you?
    Angela: I’m Angela...
    Roper: I know your name. I mean, who are you really, in the grand scheme of things?

& Roper: By the way. Good luck with the baby. It’s a wonderful thing, to bring a child into this world.

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The Night Manager × 5

& Roper: Anyone can betray anyone, Jonathan. You should know that.

& Pamela: Tea with the Queen... Nice work if you can get it.

& Roper: War as spectator sport... We are emperors of Rome, Andrew. Blood and steel, the only elements that ever meant anything.

& Roper: Nothing quite as pretty as napalm at night.

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& Barghati: It is a long and noble tradition. The supplier is silent, the buyer is discreet, and business is done. I went to London School of Economics. I learnt everything I know in your capital city.

& Steadman: There’s just too many people who don’t want us doing what we’re doing.

& Dromgoole: Are you going to let me in?

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The Night Manager × 4

& Roper: No-one really knows what we’re selling. No-one wants to know. They don’t care. All they care about is the money. They don’t want to know what’s really at stake, because if they did they wouldn’t sleep at night.

& Jed: No-one saw me.
    Jonathan: You saw no-one see you. It’s not the same thing.

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& Roper: So... how does it feel knowing that for the next 24 hours, you own enough weaponry to start a war?

& Roper: So you don’t drink, and you don’t screw. Not sure I can trust a man with no appetites.

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The Night Manager × 3

& Roper: So, what do you want?
    Jonathan: I’d like to... to go back to the restaurant, if that’s all right.
    Roper: That’s not what I meant. What do you want... from the world?

& Corky: All the way down to the beach, as far as you can go, and it’s on the right. Alternatively, fill your pockets with stones, walk into the sea... and keep going.

& Corky: Off every tree you may freely eat... maids, serving wenches, cooks, typists, masseuses, even the lady who comes to clip the canary’s claws. But if you lay one hand on that precious fruit.. then like the Belgians in the Congo, we’ll chop it off. And I don’t mean the hand.

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& Roper: See, children grow up thinking the adult world is ordered, rational, fit for purpose. It’s crap. Becoming a man is realising... that it’s all rotten. Realising how to celebrate that rottenness, that’s freedom.

& Roper: Never trust a new passport, in my view. Always go with the old ’uns... like Third World taxi drivers, there’s a reason they have survived.

& Roper: Welcome to the family, Andrew...

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The Night Manager × 2

& 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.

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& 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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The Night Manager × 1

& Samira: Have you always been the night manager?
    Jonathan: It’s my profession, yes.
    Samira: You chose it?
    Jonathan: I think it chose me.
    Samira: It’s a shame. You look fine by daylight.

& Jonathan: Why do you call him the worst man in the world?
    Samira: Because he sells destruction, pain and death. And he laughs.

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& Jonathan: Listen, if there is a man selling a private arsenal to an Egyptian crook and he’s English and you’re English and those weapons could cause a lot of pain to a lot of people, then you just do it. Anyone would do it.
    Angela: Plenty wouldn’t.

& Angela: The question is, what are you prepared to do..?

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