Roger Thornhill: When I was a little boy, I wouldn't even let my mother undress me.Eve Kendall: Well, you're a big boy now.
Roger Thornhill: The moment I meet an attractive woman, I have to start pretending I have no desire to make love to her.Eve Kendall: What makes you think you have to conceal it?Roger Thornhill: She might find the idea objectionable.Eve Kendall: Then again, she might not.
Roger Thornhill: When we get out of this, you can ride the train with me again.Eve Kendall: Is that a proposition?Roger Thornhill: It's a proposal, sweetie!Roger Thornhill: it's something about my face.Eve Kendall: It's a nice face.Roger Thornhill: You think so?Eve Kendall: I wouldn't say it if I didn't.Roger Thornhill: Oh, you're that type.Eve Kendall: What type?Roger Thornhill: Honest.
Turkish: Well, do you want to do it?Mickey: That depends.Turkish: On what?Mickey: On you buying this caravan. Not the rouge one, the rose.Turkish: It's not the same caravan.Mickey: It's not the same fight.Turkish: It's twice the fucking size of the last one.Mickey: Turkish, the fight is twice the size. And me ma still needs a caravan. I like to look after me ma. It's a fair deal. Take it.Turkish: Mickey, you're lucky we aren't worm food after your last performance. Buying a tart's mobile palace is a little fucking rich.Turkish: I wasn't calling your mum a tart. I just meant...Mickey: Ah, save your breath for cooling your porridge. Now, look...Mickey: She wants the Hector-2 roof lights, uh... the stylish ash-framed furniture and the scatter cushions with the matching shag pile covering.Mickey: Right. And she's terrible partial to the periwinkle blue, boys. Have I made myself clear, boys?Turkish: Yeah, that's perfectly clear, Mickey. Yeah... just give me one minute to confer with my colleague.Turkish: Did you understand a single word of what he just said?