Andrew Wyke: There are certain skills best acquired in public bars, I suppose.
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Milo Tindle: Andrew... remember... be sure and tell them... it was only a bloody game.
Andrew Wyke: You're a jumped up pantry boy who doesn't know his place!
Andrew Wyke: There are certain skills best acquired in public bars, I suppose.
Andrew Wyke: So I understand you wish to marry my wife.
Andrew Wyke: There's nothing like a little bit of mayhem to cheer one up.
Andrew Wyke: Wit in the face of adversity! Good! You've learned something from the English.
Inspector Doppler: Over the years my eyes have been adequately trained to see things for themselves, sir.
Andrew Wyke: The shortest way to a man's heart is through humiliation.
Andrew Wyke: Property's always been more highly regarded in this country than people.
Inspector Doppler: Not to appear facetious, sir, but you had better tell that to a judge.
Andrew Wyke: Milo, baby, lemme handle this one, eh? Crime's my baaag. I got this caper worked out ta the last detail!
Andrew Wyke: Put that back, please! It's an old Egyptian blocking game. It's taken me rather a long time to get it there.
Andrew Wyke: I have nothing against lapsed Catholics. In fact, some of my best friends are lapsed Catholics.
Andrew Wyke: Barmen are notorious opponents of exactitude, Inspector. Vinous gossip is their stock and trade.
Milo Tindle: Andrew... remember... be sure and tell them... it was only a bloody game.
Andrew Wyke: You're a jumped up pantry boy who doesn't know his place!
Andrew Wyke: There are certain skills best acquired in public bars, I suppose.
Andrew Wyke: So I understand you wish to marry my wife.
Andrew Wyke: Wit in the face of adversity! Good! You've learned something from the English.
Inspector Doppler: Over the years my eyes have been adequately trained to see things for themselves, sir.
Andrew Wyke: The shortest way to a man's heart is through humiliation.
Andrew Wyke: Property's always been more highly regarded in this country than people.
Andrew Wyke: There's nothing like a little bit of mayhem to cheer one up.
Inspector Doppler: Not to appear facetious, sir, but you had better tell that to a judge.
Andrew Wyke: Milo, baby, lemme handle this one, eh? Crime's my baaag. I got this caper worked out ta the last detail!
Andrew Wyke: Put that back, please! It's an old Egyptian blocking game. It's taken me rather a long time to get it there.
Andrew Wyke: I have nothing against lapsed Catholics. In fact, some of my best friends are lapsed Catholics.
Andrew Wyke: Barmen are notorious opponents of exactitude, Inspector. Vinous gossip is their stock and trade.
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: One black facemask, one black flat cap, a striped jersey and a bag marked "Swag". Milo Tindle: Why not a neon sign with "Burglar" on it?
Andrew Wyke: You said everything was in plain view! Milo Tindle: Well aren't I the shifty old sly boots, then.
Andrew Wyke: It's a good thing, I am pretty much of an Olympic sexual athlete. Milo Tindle: Yes, I suppose these days you are concentrating more on the sprints than on the long distance stuff. Andrew Wyke: Not so dear boy! I am in the peak of condition. I could copulate for England at any distance. Milo Tindle: Well, as they say in the Olympics, it's not the winning, it's the taking part that counts.
Milo Tindle: It looks like you've had it. They're coming up the drive. Andrew Wyke: Keep them out! Milo Tindle: Keep the police out? It's just not done, old boy. But still, I'll try.
Milo Tindle: You're mad! You're a bloody madman! Andrew Wyke: You are a young man dressed as a clown about to be murdered.
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'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: A turnstile to the bedrooms? Andrew Wyke: One way or another, one always pays to get in.
Milo Tindle: There it is! The original blunt instrument; the poker. Right! Andrew Wyke: Now steady... Milo Tindle: Where do you want it? Andrew Wyke: Don't get carried away. It's not a murder weapon you're talking about you know! Milo Tindle: No? Andrew Wyke: No. We're discussing an object from which I receive in the classic formula a glancing blow which will raise a lump without actually cracking the cranium. Milo Tindle: Why don't I just keep tapping you lightly on the head with the poker until a lump comes up?
