Sleuth

Andrew Wyke:
There are certain skills best acquired in public bars, I suppose.

Andrew Wyke:
So I understand you wish to marry my wife.

Milo Tindle:
Remember... to tell them... it was only a bloody game.

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:
Milo, baby, lemme handle this one, eh? Crime's my baaag. I got this caper worked out ta the last detail!

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 bloody Salisbury.

Milo Tindle:
I'm sorry.

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. Its 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?

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:
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 war. If you didn't win, you just didn't finish. Loser, lose all. You probably don't understand that.

Andrew Wyke:
On the morning of his execution, King Charles the First put on two shirts. 'If I tremble with the cold," he said, 'my enemies will say it was from fear. I will not expose myself to such reproaches.' We must also attempt this dignity as you mount the scaffold.

Andrew Wyke:
Wit in the face of adversity! Good! You've learned something from the English.

Inspector Doppler:
Not to appear facetious, sir, but you had better tell that to a judge.