Plunkett & Macleane (1999)

Dixon: Who were those buggers?
Winterburn: Buggers with style, my darling, buggers with style.

Rebecca: Mr. Chance, I do believe you have halitosis.

Rich Prisoner: Care to express an opinion, sir?
Will Plunkett: Yeah. You've got more money than brains.

Lord Pelham: When one goes, Jamie, one must go with style.

French Count: I hope they hang you in Tyburn for your bad French.
Macleane: Merci Monsieur. I hope it rains every day of your fucking visit.

Chance: Does that hurt?
Plunkett: Only when I laugh.

Macleane: Still swinging both ways, Rochester?
Lord Rochester: Jamie, I swing every way.

Macleane: What rhymes with Rebecca?
Plunkett: Pecker. How's your old, uh...?
Macleane: Ah. Much better. Thank you.
Plunkett: Good.
Macleane: Yes. You know, I think it's actually got bigger, if you can imagine such a thing.
Plunkett: I'd rather not.