- Fytton: Two triumphs, eh, Mr. Bridger? One Tom Cook of Bristol, and one Dick Turpin of nowhere in particular. By the by, what was the rumpus about?
- [Bridger remains silent]
- Fytton: The fight sir, who provoked it?
- Noll Bridger: He insulted me.
- Fytton: Of course. It wouldn't be difficult.
- Isaac Rag: Well, I couldn't wish to be incarcerated with two nicer people than with what I am.
- Swiftnick: What was it for this time, Isaac?
- Isaac Rag: Pidgeon flying, my young spark.
- Swiftnick: Pidgeon flying? Well where's the harm in that?
- Dick Turpin: [a bit exasperated] Swiftnick, 'Pidgeon flying' is nicking lead of church roofs.
- Dick Turpin: Right now mistress, we're not stirring from here until dark, so why don't you uncurdle your tongue and tell us your story, hm?
- Jane Harding: Who are you?
- Dick Turpin: A friend.
- Jane Harding: [skeptical] A highwayman?
- Dick Turpin: [acting slightly insulted] Gentleman of the road.