You’re supposed to be cutting those out. They’re killing you.[Catherine Standish]That’s why I smoke them.[Jackson Lamb]
You should bring forward your resignation before you die of shame working for that.[to Diana, about Claude]
This is Soho? But where’s all the prostitutes and the junkies?
It’s not the hope that kills you. It’s knowing it’s the hope that kills you, that kills you.[to River]
I don’t normally do these kind of speeches, but this feels like a big moment, and if it all turns to s***, I might not see any of you again. You’re f***ing useless. The lot of you. Working with you has been the lowest point in a disappointing career.
At least my lot f*** up on an epic scale. They’re not just run-of-the-mill f***ups like yours.
You’ve been at my champagne.[Roddy Ho]No. That’s sparkling water.[Jackson Lamb]I was saving this.[Roddy Ho]Aw, for losing your virginity? It’d be vintage by then.[Jackson Lamb]
Cuffs won’t be necessary. Come on.[Jackson Lamb]I’d rather not take any chances with a man who looks like he gropes people on buses.[Emma Flyte]You’re being hurtful about my appearance. I might have to call HR.[Jackson Lamb]
You people are slow. Bringing you up to speed is like trying to explain Norway to a dog.
You nearly getting run over, broken CCTV, potential spotter, vehicle making a quick exit. It’s dodgy, but none of it raises my spidey senses as much as hearing a real-life woman is happy to spend time with you.[to Roddy]
You have to trust me on this, Jackson.[Diana Taverner]When I hear the words “trust me,” I get the feeling someone’s pissing in my shoe. But you’ve already pissed in my shoe, haven’t you?[Jackson Lamb]
You coming up?[Jackson Lamb]No.[Diana Taverner]Am I getting in?[Jackson Lamb]No, I’ve just had it valeted.[Diana Taverner]
