Harry Pendel: Do you know what the poor call those? The Cocaine Towers. And our 85 banks? The laundrettes.
Andy: Come and dance.
Francesca Deane: Oh God. You don't dance as well, do you?
Andy: As well as what?
Harry Pendel: And do we dress right or left, sir? Most of my gentlemen favour left these days, don't think it's political.
Andrew 'Andy' Osnard: Never know where the bloody thing is. Bobs about like a wind-sock.
Harry Pendel: Welcome to Panama, Casablanca without heroes.
Andrew 'Andy' Osnard: There's two ways we can deal with this one, old girl. Sweat it out for six months, then fall into each other's arms. "Darling, why didn't we ever do this before?" Method B, the preferred one... full-on affair, now. Observing tight security all round. See how we like it. If we don't, chuck it in. No one's the wiser.
Francesca Deane: I don't suppose it's occurred to you that I might hugely prefer someone else?
Andrew 'Andy' Osnard: Is that a "no"?
Francesca Deane: No.