Lucy: No-one's here.
Lord Brett Sinclair: Quiet as the proverbial - why are we whispering? Daniel! He's got a... shotgun.
Lord Brett Sinclair: I don't understand a wretched thing. Now please, Lucy, just sit down! I am a sweet, gentle, reasonable man, but will you please give me some answers to questions.
Danny Wilde: And you know what that is?
Lord Brett Sinclair: What is it?
Danny Wilde: It's a fireplace! I'm gonna clean it up, and put a big leather chair right in front here, and in the wintertime, when there's storms out, I'm gonna sit here with my old, faithful dog at my side -.
Lord Brett Sinclair: But Daniel, you don't have a dog.
Danny Wilde: Then I'll rent one.
Danny Wilde: OK, come on, give me the map, let me be the navigator.
Lord Brett Sinclair: Thank you, Daniel, I remember the last time we went to Berlin.
Danny Wilde: So?
Lord Brett Sinclair: We were supposed to be going to Madrid.
Danny Wilde: Well, nobody's perfect, kid.
Lord Brett Sinclair: Certainly not you.