Shooting Fish

Dylan:
We're about to become the proud possessors of 2 million quid in useless notes because the queen doesn't like her picture. Jesus Christ, it's self, self, self for some people!

Dylan:
Would you allow me the pleasure of taking you to the theatre on Saturday night?

Georgie:
Do you ask all your secretaries to go to the theatre with you on their first date?

Dylan:
Actually, it's something of a tradition. Yes, I do.

Georgie:
Oh. Well, who am I to deprive an American of what little tradition he can get?

Jez:
Dylan's completely trustworthy. He's just a bit unreliable in some areas.

Georgie:
I feel like Wedding-Day Barbie. I couldn't be happier.

Dylan:
Now *that* is a thing of beauty.

Jez:
Who you're flirting with.

Dylan:
You fallen?

Jez:
No I haven't.

Dylan:
Jez, you've got a little bit of a crush? You're wasting your time.

Jez:
I know: you're good looking and I'm too technical.

Dylan:
Jez, you've got to stop punishing yourself. You're not too technical, just ugly, gross ugly.

Jockey:
I knew if he got the right conditions we'd be flyin'.

Friend of Lady Georgina:
Well done! Marvellous race, Lady Georgina.

Georgie:
Oh thank you. Oh, I forgot to mention that.

Jez:
*Lady* Georgina?

Georgie:
You're not cross, are you? No you're not, you're pleased.

Dylan:
Doctor, peer of the realm and secretarial skills? Who'd be cross?

Police detective:
Sir, so far the only proof of a burglary is that someone stopped your video taping Blind Date.

Mrs Ray:
Bastards!

Mr Ray:
Oh, shut it!

Georgie:
How long have you been in England?

Dylan:
Five years.

Georgie:
And you still stay 'bucks' and 'babe'?

Jez:
"In not more than eight words, explain why you buy Zappy Nappies."

Dylan:
"I buy Zappy Nappies for my kids..." Sh*t, I've run out of words.

Jez:
We could try that: "I buy Zappy Nappies for my kids' sh*t." I've got it: "Weighs less that a bun. Holds more than a ton."

Dylan:
That's completely disgusting.

Jez:
But it's honest.

Dylan:
You know, I can see it now - she's a stunningly attractive woman.

Jez:
It means she's relaxed in our company.

Dylan:
If she relaxes any more it could get very messy.

Jez:
Don't. She might hear you.

Dylan:
Jez, look at her. She's wasted. God only knows what she was up to last night.

Jez:
You're twisted. She's got charm and warmth and...

Dylan:
...and neat little sit-up breasts.

Jez:
I was wondering... would you... perhaps you'd might consider... or... or think about... possibly...

Dylan:
I think he's trying to ask you if you'd like to kiss him.

Georgie:
Oh, go on then.

Dylan:
Has the British aristocracy lost all sense of decency?

Dylan:
I certainly hope so.

Georgie:
No. Never trust a man with woman's hips.