- Ignatius Slake: [to Jane] Yes... what have we here? Yes, yes, yes, brazen, brazen.
- [cackles]
- Ignatius Slake: Lillith, Eve, Delilah, Salome...
- Ignatius Slake: Well, let's get on with the proceedings. Your name?
- Dick Turpin: Alexander the Great.
- Ignatius Slake: [angrily] I hold you in contempt! Alexander is dust, dust... Do you think I'm mad? Or perhaps you're mad, Mr. Alexander.
- Dick Turpin: Perhaps I am, my lord.
- Ignatius Slake: [singsong voice] Perhaps won't do, perhaps ain't good enough, perhaps won't save you.
- Ignatius Slake: Question number one: how do you catch a cold?
- Dick Turpin: Eh, I trap sneezes in a kerchief and use them as bait.
- Ignatius Slake: That's a good reply. How long is a piece of cheese?
- Dick Turpin: How long is it where, my lord?
- Ignatius Slake: Where, what?
- Dick Turpin: I find mountain cheese lasts much longer than stilton.
- Ignatius Slake: Careful, Mr. Alexander. How do you cure a ham?
- Dick Turpin: [laughs nervously] Oh my lord, I think you're trying to trick me. eh, ah, I would cure a ham if he were alive, but alas, poor nose sunday's passed all physic.
- Ignatius Slake: He has indeed, yes, he has indeed.
- Isaac Rag: [about Dick] How he ain't dead beats cockfightin'. A human firework, and half drownded he was. In water. That's the second of his nine lives gone, innit?
- Isaac Rag: Who's the little dolly, then, eh? What's her name?
- Swiftnick: Jane. Jane Harding.
- Isaac Rag: Yeah, What, is she and the captain...
- [rolls his eyes and pulls a face]
- Isaac Rag: Ah, well, where's she come from then?
- Swiftnick: She's an American.
- Isaac Rag: Ah, is she? I thought they all wore feathers.
- [laughs]
- Dick Turpin: My thanks, Isaac. No doubt we'll meet you again.
- Isaac Rag: Oh, it's inevitable, captain, diabolically inevitable.
- Jane Harding: Good bye, Isaac, and eh,
- [pats the horse he 'borrowed' for her]
- Jane Harding: thanks.
- Isaac Rag: Goodbye, little white duck!
- Dick Turpin: Ladies, if you will - If you will listen to me for a moment, then I am all yours.
- Mrs. Buskin: Oh! All of us, he must be Hercules!