Regan: Shut it!
Regan: Remember, no guns unless they use 'em
Regan: All right, tinkerbell. You're nicked!
Regan: You got a light? Carter: Nope. Regan: Bastard.
Frank Chadwick: I'll give you a call first thing in the morning Elliott McQueen: We'd rather you called me, it's what I'm paid for Frank Chadwick: Oh he pays you does he? Seems like the other way round to me. Charles Baker: Frank, please! (Slurring) I'll give you your interview...
Regan: Leave it alone!
Regan: Ted Morris? Leave it aht! He couldn't organise a piss-up in a brewery
Murder enquiry superintendent: Highly inventive! Evidence? Now will you and your sergeant go back to your stripclub or wherever it is you masquerade as police officers
Regan: ... now, sod off!
Regan: Now listen, little lord spymaster: you may be special branch but that does't make you God almighty!
Carter: Do you know what, Jack? You're full of shit. Regan: I thought it was about time you made an intellectual contribution to this debate. Carter: Bollocks.
Regan: (Carter walks out) Sod it!
Regan: (hears police siren) Oh shit!
Bianca Hamilton: (on telephone to Elliot McQueen, other side of conversation inaudible) Oh, why me again?... Because he's an animal that's why... Oh all right, all right, just this once. But only him, not all his perverted brothers. I've still got the bloody bruises.
Sarah (McQueen's secretary) : I'm sure Mr McQueen won't be too long Frank Chadwick: Oh sod this! Who the hell does he think he is?
Elliott McQueen: Check out the guys he works with, those cops are as thick as thieves
Bianca Hamilton: I'm a whore that's what I am!
Carter: Guvnor? I think you've gone diddle-o
Regan: You've slept with him too? Bianca Hamilton: Oh Christ! Don't start that again! Yes, often. Separately and together. Sometimes with an audience and sometimes... Regan: Shut it!
Regan: (of McQueen) He should be locked up in the bloody Tower PPS to Baker: That's exactly where MI5 have got him - the Tower Hotel