Simon Sheppard: Never... ever fuck with an antiques dealer.
Sherlock Holmes: If you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, is the truth.
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.
Sick Boy: Personality, I mean that's what counts, right? That's what keeps a relationship going through the years. Like heroin, I mean heroin's got a great fucking personality.
