Jools Siviter: Are we going to have to come over the river and potty-train you people?
Harry: Oh, shag.
Harry: That is a totally illegal, madcap scheme. I like it.
Ruth: Shall I hit him again, Adam? Adam: Only if you want to.
Zaf: Where's Jo? Ros: Death by mascara. It was horrible to watch. Ruth's agonizing over the fact that there are no more horses in modern-day warfare, and Adam's on a course learning how to lift his knuckles off the ground. So you'll have to do with me, I'm afraid. Zaf: Shouldn't you be in prison or something? Ros: This is the something.
Harry: Ros, look at me. Ros: Harry! Harry: Look at me. Ros! You are an outstanding officer. You are MY outstanding officer. Don't be afraid. Do not be afraid. Ros (in tears): Now is not the time to start patronizing me. Don't you know any good jokes?
Ros: Congratulations. Your testicles are yours to take home with you.
