- [first lines]
- Phoebe: Gary, I don't want to be a nag, but you go out that door and I've no idea when you'll be back.
- Gary: Look, I'll try and pop back tonight, I promise.
- Phoebe: We're married now; you got responsibilities.
- Gary: Phoebe, being a spy isn't a nine to five job, you know.I can hardly turn to M halfway through a mission and say, "I'm sorry, sir, it's five o'clock; I've got to go home for my tea now."
- Phoebe: Yeah, I'll bet when you do get hungry that Miss Moneypenny's always got something hot for you.
- Gary: There is nothing between me and Moneypenny. OK, I admit she has got a bit of a thing for me. Well, there's this trick I do, you know: I throw my hat onto a hook, and she laughs, but she understands I'm strictly out of bounds.
- [last lines]
- Yvonne: Why don't you get a mobile?
- Gary: Huh?
- Yvonne: Well, I could ring you whenever I wanted then.
- Gary: I don't like them. No, they, they reckon they give out radiation; you know, very bad for your head.
- Yvonne: Rubbish!
- Gary: Uh, I've seen the research.
- Yvonne: Where?
- Gary: In... newspapers. Look, why are we having this conversation?
- Yvonne: Well, you started it. Anyway, I haven't got time; I've got to go.
- Gary: Oh, right.
- Yvonne: Bye.
- [kisses him]
- Gary: Bye.
- [she leaves]
- Gary: Whew!
- [slaps his own wrist]
- Gary: See what happens when you start getting cocky.
- [Gary and Phoebe are looking at cots and prams in Harrods. Phoebe feels very out-of-place in such grand surroundings]
- Phoebe: [looking at the price of a cot] Bleedin' 'ell - you could buy a car for that!
- [the shop assistant comes across to her]
- Shop Assistant: [patronisingly] I wonder, is Madam quite sure she has sufficient wherewithal for this particular item?
- Phoebe: Beg your pardon?
- Shop Assistant: It's very expensive. May I suggest that Madam would be more at home with the seconds in our remainders department.
- [Phoebe looks crestfallen and complains to Gary who goes up to the assistant]
- Gary: [cockney accent] 'Scuse me, Guv. Can I 'ave a word in your shell-like? You see, me and the trouble-and-strife, we've come up West on the chara to get a few bits and pieces for our new saucepan-lid, right? But if you continue to give my ball-and-chain grief, we're gonna 'ave to get on our plates-of-meat and take our business up the frog-and-toad. No skin off my wotsit. Currant bun's out - it's a lovely day for a ball-of-chalk.
- Shop Assistant: I'm afraid I don't quite follow you.
- Gary: [posh accent] Then let me use a language I'm sure you *will* understand.
- [produces a large wad of fivers]
- Gary: I am prepared to spend obscene amounts of this - but only if my good lady is fawned over, grovelled at and generally made to feel like the lady she is.
- [he surreptitiously puts a wad of coupons into the assistant's hand]
- Gary: Petrol coupons. Am I making myself clear now?
- Shop Assistant: Perfectly, sir.
- Shop Assistant: [obsequiously, to Phoebe] Madam, allow me to apologise for the earlier misunderstanding. Please be assured I am your disposal just as long as you need me. Now if Madam would be so kind as to tell me what she's looking for, I will have the items brought over immediately for your perusal.
- [the assistant calls for a chair to be brought over so Phoebe can sit down]
- Gary: [handing him some more coupons] Nice touch. Meat and sugar coupons. This will all have to stop when al Fayed takes over, you know.