- Mac: [desperate to make the deal] Look, how much do you want?
- Ben: [fills his hands with sand] Would you pay me a pound for every grain of sand in my hand?
- [drops some sand]
- Ben: Ah, well, that saves you some. Well, would you do it?
- Mac: No. Of course not.
- Ben: Ah, well that's a pity. You missed out on a good bargain, for I can only hold about ten thousand grains of sand in my hands. Did you think it would be more?
- Townsman: Are you sure there are two l's in 'dollar', Gideon?
- Gideon: Yes! An' are there two g's in 'bugger off'?
- Oldsen: How's the water? Cold?
- Marina: Not as cold as it should be. The North Atlantic drift comes in here. That's warmish water from the Caribbean. That's why it's special here. There's stuff fetching up here all the way from the Bahamas.
- Oldsen: Oh, that's a long way.
- Marina: You swim?
- Oldsen: Not that far.
- Victor: It's their place, Mac. They have a right to make what they can of it. You can't eat scenery. Cheers.
- Rev Macpherson: What can I do for you?
- Mac: We're here on - kind of a mission.
- Rev Macpherson: Same here.
- Townsman: I thought all this money would make me feel different.
- Mac: Where are we?
- Oldsen: The last coupla road sign were in Gaelic. It's not one of my languages.
- Mac: You speak languages?
- Oldsen: French, Italian, Spanish. Greek, Turkish, Russian, Swedish, German, Japanese, Dutch, and Polish. I have a facility with languages.
- Mac: I've got some chocolate and some gum. What have you got?
- Oldsen: Nothing. Niente. Nada. Rien...
- Townsman: Mister Mac! That was a telephone call from America, there's a Mister Happer coming to see you.
- Mac: Happer?
- Townsman: Yes, H-A-P-P...
- [he pauses to think]
- Townsman: ...P-E-R. They spelt it for me!
- Happer: Good sky you've got here, Macintyre. Well done. One or two unfamiliar objects to look at up there. I like this place. The air is good, clear.
- Happer: [Moritz on the roof, putting up hate messages against Happer, who is calling his secretary] There's a madman on the roof. You'd better call the police to get some marksmen over here. Shoot him down. Shoot to kill.
- Mac: Could you imagine a world without oil? No automobiles, no heat.
- Oldsen: And polish.
- Mac: No ink.
- Oldsen: And nylon.
- Mac: No detergents.
- Oldsen: And Perspex. You wouldn't get any Perspex.
- Mac: No polythene.
- Oldsen: Dry-cleaning fluid.
- Mac: And water-proof coats. They make dry-cleaning fluid out of oil?
- Oldsen: Oh, yeah, didn't you know that?
- [Morris is still doing abuse therapy despite Happer's wishes]
- Moritz: [on phone] You're an asshole, Happer! You love it! Craphound!
- [Happer hangs up. He goes back to his omelette, pauses and slowly picks up phone]
- Moritz: [gleefully] I'm still here, Happer! And you're still a useless mother -...
- [Happer slams the receiver back on the phone]
- Townsman: I wonder what the poor people are doing tonight?
- Mac: [regarding the eaten rabbit] It was a pet, not an animal. It had a name, you don't eat things with names, this is horrific!
- Urquhart: [looks first at Ben walking home and then looks at the crowd staring at him] Let's walk him home.