Cowley, referring to Rahad's latest mission: "Cultural Attache? Cultural Official Murderer!"

Terringham: "We have absolutely no proof of that."

Cowley: "It had to be Rahad, Sir John - it was his style. And the cop remembers him leaving the embassy just about that time."

Terringham: "I've seen the reports, Cowley, and I agree with you. Undoubtedly it was him - but we have no proof."

Cowley: "You need proof in order to expel him?"

Terringham: "We need something. Otherwise the official view is why disturb the current savoir faire between his country and ours?"

Cowley: "He'll go on killing - executing 'enemies of the State' as he puts it."

Terringham: "Special Branch is watching him and..."

Assistant via intercom: "A Mr Rahad to see you, sir."

Terringham, astonished: "Show him in."

Cowley: "Come to give himself up, do you think?"

Rahad enters: "Ah, Sir John, I am sorry I had to insist on seeing you - it is a matter of the greatest urgency."

Terringham: "I see. This is Mr Cowley"

Rahad: "Mr Cowley - I had heard of you. You are much smaller than I imagined!"

Cowley: "So was Henry the Eighth! Well I'll leave you to it."

Rahad: "No, no, Mr Cowley - this may concern you. I have to register the strongest complaint about the fact that I am being followed."

Terringham, feigning innocence: "Oh, really, Mr Rahad..."

Rahad: "Please don't bother to deny it, Sir John - I do know about these things."

Cowley: "As 'Cultural Attache'?"

Rahad to Cowley: "Much smaller! You will, of course, take all steps to rectify this situation. We shall regard this as an informal complaint - hopefully there will be no need to register a formal one."

Terringham, after Rahad has left: "The gall of the bloody man!"

Cowley, laughing: "Oh, I don't know - he's got you out of your pram at last!

Terringham: "We've got to do something about him. You've got to do something!"

Cowley, mysteriously: "Aye, I've been thinking about that... but I may have to borrow your daughter!..."

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Clare Terringham: "I think you should know from the start that I am unofficially engaged."

Bodie: "I shall try to respect that."

Clare: "Anyway I don't really go for the older man."

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Bodie pulls Clare close and kisses her on the lips: "Just remember, with age comes experience!"

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Clare: "Did you get what you wanted?"

Bodie can't take his eyes off her: "Eh?! Oh in the club? Yes!

Cowley, holding out a photograph: "This is Harry Taylor."

Constable Fisk, apparently well-versed in and supportive of CI5's dubious methods: "You want him nicked, eh? Obstruction? Loitering? Breathing too hard in a public place?"

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Doyle: "Blondes - tall, leggy blondes. That's Rahad's forte! He has two or three a week, by all accounts. Must be all that rice and sheep's eyeballs!"

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Bodie on staging a fight: "I'll 'hit' you on the left - you won't feel a thing."

Doyle, all too familiar with Bodie's capabilities: "That's what I'm afraid of!"

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Doyle, astonished at "Anna's" breeding, despite her trade: "You could be a debutante."

Anna, taking a drink: "Yes, well I was as a matter of fact. It's a question of degree. I used to do it for a dinner and a disco. I nearly did it for an earldom. Now I just do it for money. Cheers!"

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Nero, outside Hollis' house: "This is as far as I go. They don't allowed coloureds in the game."

Bodie: "There's a law against that, you know!"

Nero shrugs: "Here, it's their law!"

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Bodie: "Didn't expect to see you here."

Rahad: "Oh? We have met before?"

Bodie: "No, it's just that somebody told me coloureds weren't allowed in."

Rahad: "We have the oil, Mr Brodie - that makes us pure white!"

Bodie: "Bodie. The name's Bodie."

Rahad, charmingly threatening: "I shall remember it!"

Bodie: "Actually, come to think of it, I didn't know you Arabs played poker, either."

Rahad, taking a glass: "That's right, Mr Bodie. Nor do we drink alcohol!"

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Rahad, after Bodie loses: "You were surprised that we play poker, Mr Bodie. You must be astonished that we are good at it, too!"

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Doyle, answering the door to Bodie, who has been 'sold' to Rahad: "Oh, use the slaves' entrance will you! And mind your chains on my rug!"

Bodie: "Whose idea was this, anyway?"

Doyle: "Yours!"

Bodie: "No it wasn't - it was yours!"

Doyle: "Yours!"

Bodie: "Yours!!"

Doyle: "Oh! Must have been Cowley's, then."

Bodie: "Oh! Might work, then!"

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Bodie: "There's one thing about the cash: it has to be Swiss francs."

Taylor: "The currency of corruption!"

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Bodie, realising that his reclaimed music centre has a broken loudspeaker: "My tweeter's gone for a Burton!"

Doyle, clearly ignorant of hi-fi terminology: "Sounds painful!"

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Terringham: "Clare asked some rather awkward questions about that chap of yours - Bodie is it? Wonders if you've been feeding him too much red meat!"

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Hollis: "I want to see my lawyer!"

Doyle: "One more word out of you and what you'll want is a dentist!"