- [Tom and Diana are discussing sex]
- Tom: Just as I thought, you're all talk and no action.
- Diana: When it comes to sex, everyone around here is all talk and no action.
- Tom: What about Harry Figgis and Mary Hawkins?
- Diana: Good grief! They're not...?
- Tom: You should take your earplugs out one night. I thought a pack of wolves was upon us last Wednesday night.
- Diana: Well, she's no better than she ought to be.
- Tom: Apparently, she's a lot better than she ought to be.
- Jane: Mr Ferguson was *really* impressed by you. He said that if he could get someone like you on his side he could wrap up the elderly vote for the entire ward.
- Diana: Really?
- Jane: Yes. He said you had the natural cynicism and loathing for your fellow man that was the true hallmark of any first-rate politician.
- Tom: The place is a bargain, and a bargain ignites a primeval fire in Marion's loins. Apparently she could only achieve orgasm during the Harrods' sales.
- [first lines]
- Diana: Come on! There's nothing to worry about. We just go up and down the coast taking shots of all the fancy houses, then blow 'em up and flog 'em to the owners. No-one can resist an aerial shot of their own house.
- Tom: What do you need me for?
- Diana: You're *my* assistant.
- Tom: I don't want to go up in a helicopter.