Casey Brown: You're a hustler.
Harry Bundage: A what?
Casey Brown: A hustler. A con man. I can smell 'em a mile away.
Harry Bundage: You take care your smeller don't end up where your ears oughta be.
Clang: Take this hastily scribbled note, hastily to acting Lance Corporal Bhuta. Off.
Phillipe: When you kneel before the altar, how do you get up again?
Imperius: You sacrilegious young imp.
Lieutenant: Open this door in the name of His Holiness the Bishop of Aquila.
Imperius: Be off with you. This is a house of God, not a brothel.
Lieutenant: I said open this door in the name of His Grace, the Bishop of Aquila.
Imperius: I've met the bishop, you blasphemous lout. And you look nothing like him.
Imperius: I fully expect to meet you at the Pearly Gates, little thief, and don't you dare disappoint me.
Phillipe: I'll meet you there, Father... even if I have to pick the lock.
Sir Thomas More: You threaten like a dockside bully.
Cromwell: How should I threaten?
Sir Thomas More: Like a minister of state. With justice.
Cromwell: Oh, justice is what you're threatened with.
Sir Thomas More: Then I am not threatened.
Cromwell: I know a man who wants to change his woman.
Cromwell: I have evidence that Sir Thomas, while he was a judge, accepted bribes.
The Duke of Norfolk: What? Goddammit, he was the only judge since Cato who didn't accept bribes! When was there last a Chancellor whose possessions after three years in office totaled one hundred pounds and a gold chain?
Cromwell: Are you coming my way, Rich?
Cromwell: The King wants Sir Thomas to bless his marriage. If Sir Thomas appeared at the wedding, now, it might save us all a lot of trouble.
The Duke of Norfolk: Aaahh, he won't attend the wedding.
Cromwell: If I were you, I'd try and persuade him. I really would try... if I were you.
The Duke of Norfolk: Cromwell, are you threatening me?
Cromwell: My dear Norfolk... this isn't Spain. This is England.
Horace Rumpole: She who must be obeyed.
