North Sea Hijack
1980
Admiral Brindsen: I suppose you're one of those fellows who does the Times crossword puzzle in ten minutes. ffolkes: I have *never* taken ten minutes.
Lou Kramer: I don't like you, Flag, ffolkes: How fortunate. Lou Kramer: My instinct tells me you're bad news. Did you search him, Webb? Art Webb: I could tell you the size of his underwear.
Lou Kramer: You'd better take that pussycat grin off your face or this guy's liable to carve it off.
Lord Privy Seal Dennis Tipping: You really don't like women much, do you? ffolkes: I do not. You see, I, together with my five elder sisters, was raised by a maiden aunt. Both my parents died tragically in childbirth. Until the age of ten, I was forced to wear my sister's hand-me-downs. Then when I married, I discovered to my horror that my wife also had five sisters, all unmarried, and all expecting my support. I find cats a far superior breed. Just on the off chance, I have mad a will. I've left everything to my cats. I want it testified that I am sound of body and mind. Well go on!
ffolkes: A wet suit in vermilion. Just what one needs at night.
ffolkes: Jennifer? ffolkes here. You can tell the Lord Privy Seal the operation had been completed. As planned, naturally.
(dying words) Lou Kramer: I still... don't like your face.
Admiral Brindsen: Cigarette, Kramer?