Mortdecai: I had no idea I was so deep in Her Majesty's hole!
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Mortdecai: I had no idea I was so deep in Her Majesty's hole!
Martland: What is that infernal thing on your lip?
Mortdecai: Oh, how I long for the rain and indifference of Europe.
Spinoza: What's the matter, you one book short of a library?
Mortdecai: I should probably mention, this is not the first time I shot Jock.
Mortdecai: I had no idea I was so deep in Her Majesty's hole!
Martland: What is that infernal thing on your lip?
Mortdecai: Oh, how I long for the rain and indifference of Europe.
Spinoza: What's the matter, you one book short of a library?
Mortdecai: I should probably mention, this is not the first time I shot Jock.
Mortdecai: Your mother and father only knew each other for a day, and money changed hands. Mortdecai: Probably less than a 20. And they say she was dressed as a man at the time.
Martland: The fact that you're as drunk as a fiddler's bitch in no way obviates the fact that you very nearly caused an international incident. A man your age has no excuse for looking or behaving like a fugitive from a home for alcoholic music hall artistes. Mortdecai: I will have you know that I am not an alcoholic. I am a drunk, and there is a vast difference.
Mortdecai: Oh, my darling, I tried desperately to be unfaithful to you, I really did. But I just couldn't do it. Johanna: It's a terrible moment when you find yourself falling in love with your own spouse, isn't it? Mortdecai: Now that is the look that softens every bone in my body, except one.
Mortdecai: Jock. Dear, sweet, sperm-heavy Jock. Behold this America, this new colossus, this fair land of the free! Mortdecai: What kind of hell-place is this? I feel as though we've made a wrong turn and arrived on the set of a pornographic film. Mortdecai: Have we taken a wrong turn and arrived on the set of a pornographic film? Hotel Clerk: Checking in? Mortdecai: I am Mortdecai, Lord of Silverdale. I should like to request a bucket of ice, "Do Not Disturb" sign, and a bulldozer. Hotel Clerk: Checking in? Jock: Yeah, we're checking in. Mortdecai: I suspect I may need to redecorate. Hotel Clerk: Room 326, overlooks the pool. Mortdecai: So all I must do is show up, and I'm presented with a credit card. No wonder your country's in financial ruin. Hotel Clerk: Do you need help with your bags? Mortdecai: No, I do not need help with my bags. I have a fucking manservant. Strange country.
Mortdecai: Quite a conundrum, this. I shall need a moment to think this through, I'm afraid. Johanna: Yes, do. Do think. Just bear in mind, I'm standing on a loo, holding a dead man's Goya.
