(On the phone) Anna Fairley: It's me. Owen Springer: Who's me? Anna Fairley: How many "me's" do you know?
Owen Springer: That's beer and marmite. You eat the toast, weep the beer. It gives a kind of yeasty taste. Anna Fairley: That's disgusting!
Anna Fairley: You come to this age and you think everything's clear. And suddenly it's not. Suddenly it's just not.
Arnold Springer: How old are you? Anna Fairley: Not forty anymore.
Anna Fairley: Did Arnold tell you what we've been talking about? Owen Springer: I even offered him money. He said it was classified. (PAUSE) What did you talk about? Anna Fairley: It's classified.
Richard Crane: The decorators came this morning. Anna Fairley: Good. Richard Crane: I don't know what they're doing there. Anna Fairley: I'm putting the house on the market. Richard Crane: You can't do that! Anna Fairley: Yes I can. You took a share in my company, I took over the mortgage. October 1993. Richard Crane: Don't you put your company on the line then? Anna Fairley: Oh absolutely, but I can live with that. You started those games.
(On their adultery) Anna Fairley: I've tasted what you've tasted, Richard. I understand absolutey how confused you are.