You see, we all try and get away. But we never do.

— ... Aberama Gold is in love with you. He even got a haircut. And the smell of your perfume might help ease his pain.
— Tommy, I'm fourty five years old today.
— Fourty five years old and still breaking hearts, eh?

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.

— So, what's the strategy?
— You can smile. You... don't smile.

If I come for you, and I still might yet decide to come for you, I will wear high heels so you can hear my approach on the cobblestones, and have time to repent.

— So, how is life as a socialist?
— This glass. The bubbles. They rise to the top. Each bubble has the same chance to rise.
— There is a very peculiar form of socialism.
— And this bottle. Once the cork comes out... you can't get it back in.

— Frances said Linda was here today.
— Frances has a very specific loyalty, doesn't she?
— Well, people are loyal to those who pay their wages.

— So, who are we meeting?
— The man we're about to meet is the Minister for the Duchy of Lancaster. He's also deputy to the Chancellor of the Exchequer and Cabinet adviser to the Prime Minister of Great Britain. You've both met bad men before. The man we're about to meet is the devil.