Spooks, Series 3

Danny Hunter:
[to Oliver Mace] You've got some kind of hidden agenda here..

Harry Pearce:
[arriving in doorway] If there is to be an agenda, it will be mine. Oliver, we speak now. Or must I embarrass you before junior personnel?

Oliver Mace:
There's a serious threat to national security here, I can't keep to the niceties.

Harry Pearce:
I like the niceties, they protect us from tyranny.

Oliver Mace:
The moral high ground is a bit of a sand bank for you, Harry, the tide is coming in.

Harry Pearce:
That is a totally illegal, madcap scheme. I like it.

[about a woman the team is trying to lift]

Oliver Mace:
The woman is to be returned to immigration, immediately.

Harry Pearce:
Oh dear, we've lost her, whoops.

[team is in van on way to location]

Harry Pearce:
What are you doing?

Danny Hunter:
Texting Tom.

Harry Pearce:
Don't send that, I don't want him here.

[van goes over speed bump in road, phone beeps 'message sent' tone]

Danny Hunter:
Aww damn.

Harry Pearce:
What?

Danny Hunter:
It went... when we bumped.

Danny:
Harry. Why are we investigating this? It's . . . It's a police job.

Harry:
Do you understand atomic theory? Quantum mechanics? How there are six extra dimensions and infinite universes parallel to this one?

Danny:
No.

Harry:
Nor do I. I don't understand politics either.

Adam:
Mr. Younis!

Zaf:
Mr. Carter!

Adam:
What have you been up to?

Zaf:
Oh, you know, exploring my identity crisis. Asian or British? British or Asian? It's tearing me apart.

Zaf:
I've got an idea. But we need to act very fast before she moves him.

Harry:
I'm not sure you're...

Zaf:
It's my unique selling point, Mr. Pearce. Young Asian males don't often work for the security services.

Harry:
Call me Harry.

Danny:
[tied to a chair] You will never win. If I'd been born somewhere else... it might have been me holding the gun now. If you'd been born somewhere else, it might have been you sitting where I am. For all your talk about choices. We don't get to choose those things. But I guess... you're just unlucky because somehow... you've lost your humanity and now have no kindness or pity left in you. But I still have those things. Acts of hatred also produce acts of love, so you, my friend, will never win.