Renee Pelagie: Desperation has driven me past etiquette, all the way to frenzy.
Dr. Royer-Collard: My schedule is not subject to the whim of lunatics.
Renee Pelagie: I beg to differ, you work in a madhouse. Your every waking moment is governed by the insane.
Walter: What happened to her?
Garth: Looks like her heart gave out in all the excitement. She was plenty old, you know.
Walter: Look, I think she's smiling.
Garth: I guess she died happy.
Hub: She died with her boots on, that's the main thing.
Garth: Protecting her cub.
Walter: She was a real lion, wasn't she, there at the end? A real jungle lion. A real Africa lion.
Garth: Hey! You, in the crate! Get your lion butt outta there.
Graham Marshall: My father had it all figured out. He was a London bus driver. And when I was a boy, he used to take me over the river to Mayfair, where the rich people lived. And he used to say to me, "Son - there is no heaven. Here is the closest you will ever get. Life, here, is sweet. Life, back over there, is hard. So live over here, son!"
Robert Benham: This isn't exactly comfortable for me, I know you wanted this job. I suppose if we were rival princes, I could just have you killed. It would save a lot of politics.
Graham Marshall: It's not that easy to kill someone and get away with it.
Lieutenant Laker: He was your superior, wasn't he?
Graham Marshall: No, he was my boss.
Andrew Wyke: Whether I love her or not, I found her. I've kept her. She represents me. Once, she was in love with me.
Milo Tindle: And now she's in love with me. And you can't forgive that.
Andrew Wyke: You said everything was in plain view.
Milo Tindle: Well aren't I the shifty old sly boots, then.
Milo Tindle: Alright, I'll do it. Where do you want me to break in?
Andrew Wyke: Not so fast. You've got to get disguised first.
Milo Tindle: What for?
Andrew Wyke: Suppose somebody saw you coming.
Milo Tindle: Here? In the middle of nowhere? I could hardly find this place with a bloody map.
Andrew Wyke: You never know. A dallying couple, a passing sheep-rapist.
Andrew Wyke: You're not giving me any kind of a chance, you sadistic bloody Wop.
Milo Tindle: I hope I didn't hear that correctly.
Milo Tindle: Why don't you ask yourself how your man Merridick would go about the search?
Andrew Wyke: Merridew! St. John Lord Merridew.
Milo Tindle: We are from different worlds, you and me, Andrew. In mine, there was no time for bright fancies and happy inventions, no stopping for tea. The only game we played was to survive, or go to the wall. If you didn't win, you just didn't finish. Loser, lose all. You probably don't understand that.
Andrew Wyke: You shit.
Milo Tindle: Grazie mille.
Andrew Wyke: You all-time, knockdown, champion bastard, Milo.
Milo Tindle: You're too kind.
Milo Tindle: A turnstile to the bedrooms?
Andrew Wyke: One way or another, one always pays to get in.
Brad Crane: I have cardio-pep in my van.
Capt. Helena Anderson: Cardio-pep? I've just read an article in the medical journal about Cardio-pep! By some scientist named... Crane, I think.
Brad Crane: We've been fighting a losing battle against the insects for fifteen years, but I never thought I'd see the final face-off in my lifetime. And I never dreamed, that it would turn out to be the bees. They've always been our friend.
