- Lord Wexford: [he enters the pub] Whisky, please, Miss, large one. 'Pon my soul, if it isn't young Harry Fitzgerald. Well, how are you my boy?
- Sgt. Fitzgerald: Lord Wexford, I'm glad to see you again, Sir.
- Lord Wexford: Here, have a drink. Fill that up, whatever it is.
- Sgt. Fitzgerald: Light ale.
- Lord Wexford: Now, where have you been hiding all these years?
- Sgt. Fitzgerald: Well, things weren't so good for us after father died so I don't hit the high spots like a used to.
- Lord Wexford: Reformed character, eh? Well, here we are,
- [he hands Fitzgerald his drink]
- Lord Wexford: Well, here's joy.
- Sgt. Fitzgerald: Cheers!
- Lord Wexford: We couldn't have met at a better time. This is going to be quite a night.
- Sgt. Fitzgerald: Oh, yeah?
- Lord Wexford: Yes, this is where Fleet Street shows Scotland Yard what's what.
- Sgt. Fitzgerald: Oh, really?
- Lord Wexford: Yeah, you know what these policemen are - good fellows, conscientious - but solid bone from the neck up.
- Sgt. Fitzgerald: Mmm... very solid, yes.
- Lord Wexford: Look, keep this to yourself but my friends and I are hoping to pull off something that Scotland Yard has failed to do for months... yes, we're going to lay that scoundrel Flannelfoot by the heels.
- Sgt. Fitzgerald: Well, that's most astonishing.
- Lord Wexford: You know I have a sort of feeling that Scotland Yard are going to look pretty silly before the night's finished.
- [they both laugh]
- policeman: Excuse me, Sergeant, Superintendent Carter would like a word with you on the phone.
- Sgt. Fitzgerald: Oh, thanks, Pat. Excuse me, won't you, Sir?
- Lord Wexford: Superintendent...? Then who...?
- policeman: That's Detective Sergeant Fitzgerald, Sir.
- Superintendent Carter: Sure you feel fit enough to handle this thing, Duggan?
- Insp. Duggan: I'd like to anyway sir. Something about is case that fascinates me. Like when something happens to you and you've got a strange feeling that it's all happened to you before...
- Superintendent Carter: What we and the Home Secretary and the blasted newspapers want to know is "who is Flannelfoot"?
- Ginger: Why don't you ask me what's going to win the Grand National?