[last lines] 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: It's sex! Sex is the game! Marriage is the penalty. Round and round we jog towards each futile anniversary. Pass "Go". Collect 200 rows, 200 silences, 200 scars in the deep places.
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 conditi...
Andrew Wyke: Finally, at your moment of dying, you are yourself - a sniveling, dago clown. Farewell, Punchinello! Milo Tindle: Please! Andrew Wyke: [fires the gun]
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: For Christ sake Milo, they couldn't have made more noise on D-Day. Milo Tindle: The bloody glass came out, my bloody boot got stuck and I fell down the bloody ladder. Andrew Wyke: Well the bloody police must have heard it all the way to ...
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...
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: There's nothing like a little bit of mayhem to cheer one up.
Milo Tindle: We are from different worlds, you and me, Andrew. In mine, there was no time for bright fancies and happy inventions, no stopping for tea. The only game we played was to survive, or go to the wall. If you didn't win, you just didn't fini...
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: [picking out a possible disguise for the phony robbery] 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?
Inspector Doppler: [after tasting] Caviar, eh? Can't say I like it. Tastes of fish eggs. Andrew Wyke: [sarcastically] Fancy.
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...
Andrew Wyke: You said everything was in plain view! Milo Tindle: Well aren't I the shifty old sly boots, then.
