A Dandy in Aspic

Gatiss:
[to Caroline about Eberlin] I do believe you two would have gone on well together. You haven't got a past, and he hasn't got a future. None at all.

Eberlin:
You know, one thing about this damned profession - you're constantly being reminded of it. I feel like a whore in a creaking bed.

Caroline:
I'm an existentialist.

Eberlin:
Uh - you're a what?

Caroline:
I'm an ext - isn't that the right word?

Eberlin:
I would say "exhibitionist" is more to the point.

Caroline:
What's an existentialist, then?

Eberlin:
Well, it's slightly more complex than romping around naked.

Sobakevich:
I mean, if you want to turn this into a gun war, it's all right with us - but our reserves are closer.

Gatiss:
Who do you think you are, Al Capone?

Sobakevich:
Who's Al Capone?

Gatiss:
He was a megalomaniac gangster who murdered anyone who got in his way.

Sobakevich:
Really? Whatever happened to him?

Gatiss:
He changed his name to Stalin and moved to Russia.

Sobakevich:
I thought he sounded familiar.

Gatiss:
I don't like you, Eberlin. I don't like you because you're weak and dishonest. But even more, I don't like you because you're frightened of me, and that disturbs me. I want to know why. You can tell me; I'm a very understanding man.

Eberlin:
You haven't got an ounce of understanding or emotion in your body. You died the moment you were born. And when your heart finally stops beating, it'll be a mere formality.

Caroline:
George, will you be going back to London now?

Eberlin:
Probably.

Sobakevich:
Are they all as pretty as you there?

Caroline:
No. I'm the only one.