Eve Kendall: Patience is a virtue.Roger Thornhill: So is breathing.
Who are you kidding? You have no feelings to hurt.
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.
Gorgeous George: Get back down or you will not be coming up next time.Gorgeous George: Oh, bollocks to you. This is sick. I'm out of here.Mickey: You're not going anywhere, you thick lump.Mickey: You stay until the job's done.Turkish: It turned out that the sweet-talking, tattoo-sporting pikey was a gypsy bare-knuckle boxing champion. Which makes him harder than a coffin nail. Right now, that's the last thing on Tommy's mind. If Gorgeous doesn't wake up in the next few minutes, Tommy knows he'll be buried with him. Why would the gypsies go through the trouble of explaining why a man died in their campsite when they can bury the pair of them and just move camp? It's not like they got social security numbers, is it? Tommy - the tit - is praying. And if he isn't, he fucking should be.