Lord Pelham: When one goes, Jamie, one must go with style.
French Count: I hope they hang you in Tyburn for your bad French.
Macleane: Merci Monsieur. I hope it rains every day of your fucking visit.
Macleane: Still swinging both ways, Rochester?
Lord Rochester: Jamie, I swing every way.
Dixon: Who were those buggers?
Winterburn: Buggers with style, my darling, buggers with style.
Rebecca: Mr. Chance, I do believe you have halitosis.
Rich Prisoner: Care to express an opinion, sir?
Will Plunkett: Yeah. You've got more money than brains.