Pendlebury: Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these - it might have been.
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Pendlebury: Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these - it might have been.
Henry Holland: I was a potential millionaire, yet I had to be satisfied with eight pounds, fifteen shillings, less deductions.
Pendlebury: Ah, "gay, sprightly, land of mirth and social ease."
Pendlebury: I propagate British cultural depravity.
Turner: The trouble with you, Holland, is that you haven't enough ambition.
Pendlebury: Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these - it might have been.
Henry Holland: I was a potential millionaire, yet I had to be satisfied with eight pounds, fifteen shillings, less deductions.
Pendlebury: Ah, "gay, sprightly, land of mirth and social ease."
Pendlebury: I propagate British cultural depravity.
Turner: The trouble with you, Holland, is that you haven't enough ambition.
Miss Evesham: You naughty men, waking us all up at this hour. Pendlebury: A thousand pardons. Henry Holland: Wipe your feet. Pendlebury: A little celebration. Miss Evesham: Already? Your holidays don't start till tomorrow. Henry Holland: Today is tomorrow. Pendlebury: "O polished perturbation! Golden care! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide!" Henry IV, part two. Miss Evesham: Good night, you naughty men. Don't forget to switch off.
Henry Holland: Instead of changing as usual at Charing Cross, I came straight on to Rio de Janeiro. "Gay, sprightly, land of mirth and social ease." Pendlebury. British man: Plus six Eiffel Towers. How much did they fetch? Henry Holland: Twenty-five thousand pounds. Enough to keep me for one year in the style to which I was, ah, unaccustomed.
Henry Holland: Where did we get? Mrs. Chalk: Duke Milligan was about to take a gander at Mickey the Greek's hideout. Henry Holland: Oh yes, here we are. "I handed my fedora to a hatcheck girl with all that Venus de Milo had got and then more, and I was admiring the more when I glimpsed something in the back of this frail that set my underwear creeping up on me like it had legs." Mrs. Chalk: I know that feeling well. Henry Holland: "A guy had soft-shoed out of the door from the gaming room as quiet as a snake on tip-belly, and I didn't need my case history of Smiling Abe Montana to know that sonny boy was his number-one triggerman, Ricky the Filipino." Mrs. Chalk: I thought it was Little Boy Shultz who carried the rod for Mr. Montana. Henry Holland: It was, Mrs. Chalk, but surely you remember? Montana found Shultz taking liberties with that lady. Mrs. Chalk: Yes, yes, they took him for a ride. Only last night, wasn't it? Oh, I must be getting old. Read on, Mr. Holland.
Turner: Paris, eh? You're stepping out, Holland. Wonderful, isn't it, what a little extra money will do? Henry Holland: Yes, it's going to make a big difference to me.
Turner: And, erm, here's the order for tomorrow's consignment. Somewhat larger that I expected: 212 bars. Henry Holland: That won't worry me, sir. Turner: Dependable to the last. I'm going to miss you, Holland. Henry Holland: You're very kind, sir. I shall always have the happiest memories of the dear old bullion office. Turner: Has Mr. Applecrumby spoken to you about your holiday? Henry Holland: Yes, sir. I'm going to Paris. Turner: Paris, hey? You're stepping out, Holland. Wonderful isn't it, what a little extra money will do? Henry Holland: Yes, it's going to make a big difference to me.
Henry Holland: I'm too old to change my views now, sir. Turner: Nonsense. You're never too old to better oneself. Think of what you can do with an extra 15 shillings a week. Henry Holland: But sir, I like the bullion office. It holds all I ever wished for. Turner: The trouble with you, Holland, if I may speak frankly, is that you do not have enough ambition. When a good opportunity comes along grab it with both hands. May not occur again. Henry Holland: Very good, sir. I'll follow your advice.
Pendlebury: Well, you might as well know. I was lying. I am a thief. It was madness to attempt it. We weren't cut out for crime, either of us. Policeman: We? Pendlebury: My partner and I. Sidewalk Vendor: Your partner? Here, if you're working with the fence who's got them other pictures... Policeman: Shh! Carry on. Pendlebury: Oh I make no excuses. All my life it's been my ambition to surround myself with rare and beautiful things. Suddenly faced with this golden opportunity... Sidewalk Vendor: Here, you call that picture of mine rare and beautiful? Pendlebury: Since you will keep on interrupting me, you ought to know it's a charming example of an early Rochet, while he was still under the influence of Corot. Sidewalk Vendor: Oh yeah? How much is it worth? Pendlebury: Ten pound, to those who can afford it. Sidewalk Vendor: Oh blimey. I've had it marked up for five bob.
Pendlebury: Guns, yes. It's essential we're armed. Here we are. Here's yours. Henry Holland: Is it loaded? Pendlebury: Yes. It's a present from Margate. It fires a stick of rock.
Henry Holland: You're teaching the wrong man! Pendlebury: Well, I had to change him over. Shorty can't ride a bicycle. Henry Holland: Doesn't look as if he can either. Shorty: We're learning him. Henry Holland: Why couldn't you learn Shorty? Pendlebury: Because Lackery's color-blind. Henry Holland: What's that got to do with it? Pendlebury: Oh my dear Holland, do use your intelligence! If a policeman were to come along and see a green sunset over a purple sea... Henry Holland: All right, all right, spare me the details.
Shorty: Okay, you're the boss. Henry Holland: Yes. Yes, that's right - I am.
Henry Holland: I said leave it. Lackery: A ruddy waste! There's many a starving bloke'd be glad of that lot!
Mrs. Chalk: But surely you must have some suspicion. Who work the heist rackets in this territory? Policeman: Beg your pardon, lady? Mrs. Chalk: Oh really! I can't make myself much plainer. Which hoodlums around here specialize in toby jobs?
Pendlebury: Now it's all over, I suppose I may dare say it's been a most remarkable coup. Shorty: The biggest job of its kind since One-Eyed Dobson got away with the GIs' pay packets. Two million dollars, Grosvenor Square, 'forty-five. Henry Holland: That was before devaluation. And this is one million pounds. Shorty: Oh, that's right. Blimey. We've got the record!
Shorty: I didn't like to say so, but I don't really fancy going to Paris meself. Henry Holland: Why? Shorty: Well a friend of mine, he pinched a couple of tickets for the Test Match, see? I wouldn't half like to see that.
