Oswald Mosley

Forbidding is forbidden to us. We can do anything. Nothing can stop us.

Mr Shelby, I do have plans. I will have need of men like you. Except, of course, there is no other man like you. You, in particular, I need.

— In which direction are you heading, Mr Shelby?
— I am my own revolution.

— May Carleton spoke about you the way I imagine one might about a party they barely remember, where you crash the car into the dovecote and live on champagne and cocaine for three whole days. You know, that kind of party.
— Only three days?