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César Franck

César-Auguste-Jean-Guillaume-Hubert Franck (December 10, 1822 – November 8, 1890), a Belgian composer, organist and music teacher, born in Liege, out of a Belgian father and German mother, who for the most part of his life lived in France, was one of the great figures in classical music in the second half of the 19th century.

Quotes

 * J'ai osé beaucoup, mais la prochaine fois, vous verrez, j'oserai plus encore...
 * Translation: I dared much, but the next time, you will see, I will dare even more...
 * Franck, Symphonie en ré mineur, Chefs-d'Œuvre de l'Art, Grand Musiciens, 75. Paris, Hachette-Fabri, 1969.
 * Talking about his Symphony in D minor, after it had been received unfavorably at its 1889 premiere.

title: César Franck


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Life on Mars (British TV series)

Life on Mars (2006–2007) is a British TV series which mixes time travel with police drama.
 * Written by Tony Jordan, Matthew Graham and Ashley Pharoah

The Crash [1.1]

 * [To a murder suspect, regarding an entry in his diary]
 * Sam Tyler: From the diary, quote, "I killed her. She's been killed. I'm a killer, an ace killer." That particular entry is not awash with ambiguity.

 * Chris Skelton: Someone needs to take a look at you boss, you're as white as a ginger bird's arse!

 * [After Sam, disorientated and confused by his new surroundings, has challenged Gene's authority]
 * Gene Hunt: They reckon you've got concussion - I couldn't give a tart's furry cup if half your brains are falling out. Don't ever waltz into my kingdom acting king of the jungle.
 * Sam Tyler: Who the hell are you?
 * Gene Hunt: Gene Hunt. Your DCI. And it's 1973. Almost dinner time. I'm 'aving 'oops.

 * [Trying to call a mobile phone number]
 * Sam Tyler: I need you to connect me to a Virgin number -
 * Operator: Don't you start that sexy business with me, young man. I can trace this call.

 * [Annie complies with Sam's request to hit him by punching him in the kidneys - when he wasn't expecting it]
 * Sam Tyler: Ow! Shit!
 * Annie Cartwright: I'm sorry, sir!
 * [Gene enters, seeing the two bent over]
 * Gene Hunt: Hey hey, good girl, prostate probe and no jelly!

 * Gene Hunt: [To Sam] Where are you today, then? Here, or Planet of the Clangers?

 * [Open University is on TV, presenter's geometry-exercising turns into medical diagnostics from 2006.]
 * Sam: [alerted and denying he'd be in a deep coma] Wait! I'm in BUPA! Get me out of here!

 * Gene Hunt: Right, we pulled a bird in, Dora Keanes. She was the last person to see the victim alive.
 * Sam Tyler: Is she a suspect?
 * Gene Hunt: Nope, just a pain in the arse.
 * Sam Tyler: Okay, alright, brief me in full. What do I need to know?
 * Gene Hunt: [confused] She's a pain in the arse!
 * [They arrive outside the lost property office]
 * Sam Tyler: What, so you've handed her into lost property?
 * Chris Skelton: Well, we could use the canteen, but she's a right mouthy bird, this one.
 * Sam Tyler: Hang on, you're going to do the interview in there?
 * Gene Hunt: Thick walls.

 * [Gene Hunt violently pushes a table aside]
 * Gene Hunt: I'm done with this game. Let's play another. Let's play, eh, hopscotch or pin the tail on a donkey. You pick, Dora.
 * Dora Keens: I want a lawyer.
 * Gene Hunt: I wanna hump Britt Eklund, what are we gonna do?

 * Sam Tyler: I need a drink.
 * Gene Hunt: That's the first sensible thing you've said since you got here.

 * Sam Tyler: [To Nelson] And which part of my subconcious do you hail from?

 * Gene Hunt: I may be a sheriff, but I'm a deputy to the law.

 * Nelson: What're your poisons?
 * Gene Hunt: Tan and bitter. Sam?
 * Sam Tyler: Diet Coke.
 * [Nelson and Gene look blankly at Sam]
 * Sam Tyler: I'm just joking. Pint of bitter.

 * Sam Tyler: Large whiskey please.
 * Nelson: [With heavy Jamaican accent] Drink ain't gonna fix things. What am I saying? I run a pub. Of course it will fix things!
 * Sam Tyler: I'm lost, Nelson. I'm really lost.
 * Nelson: [Suddenly switching to a Mancunian accent] You ain't lost, pal. You're where you are, and you have to make the best of it. It's all you can do.
 * [Sam looks surprised]
 * Nelson: Keep it to yourself, eh? Folks just seem happier with the other Nelson.

 * [Sam has asked Annie to contribute to the investigation - much to the jeers of the other male detectives]
 * Sam Tyler: Now the victim wasn't gagged. Why didn't he gag her, Annie?
 * Annie Cartwright: Because he needed to, er, he needed to see her mouth, her lips. We have to see the things that we value.
 * Sam Tyler: Now put yourselves in the mind of this man. You're lonely. Every night you dream of this girl, and she's got big eyes and red ruby lips. So you go out and you find that girl, and you bring her home. But you don't gag her, cos you want to see those ruby lips, but you just can't bring yourself to kiss 'em.
 * Annie Cartwright: He'd get embarrassed, angry, he'd start to blame the girl. It's her fault, she's taunting him by just being there.
 * Sam Tyler: And then one day you just snap. Strangle her, using bootlace, and the cycle starts all over again with a different girl. And this time, you're positive that you're going to be brave enough to kiss her.
 * Annie Cartwright: Only you won't be.

 * [To a handful of kids, staring at his car]
 * Gene Hunt: Anything happens to this motor, I'll come 'round your houses and stamp on all your toys. Got it? Good kids.

 * [Sam stands on a building roof, planning to jump to wake up from his coma]
 * Annie Cartwright: We all feel like jumping sometimes, Sam. But we don't, you and me. Because we're not cowards.

 * [After taking Annie's hand]
 * Sam Tyler: What's that on your hand? Is that grit?
 * Annie Cartwright: Sand. When I was running up here, I tripped and I fell against the fire bucket.
 * Sam Tyler: See, why would I think of something like that? Why would I put that kind of detail in it?
 * Annie Cartwright: You wouldn't.

 * Sam Tyler: What should I do, Annie?
 * Annie Cartwright: Stay.

The New World [1.2]

 * [credits introduction to every episode apart from episode 1]
 * Sam Tyler: My name is Sam Tyler. I had an accident, and I woke up in 1973. Am I mad, in a coma, or back in time? Whatever's happened, it's like I've landed on a different planet. Now, maybe if I can work out the reason, I can get home.

 * [Sam Tyler asks Leonard, a witness, the registration number of the car that he saw]
 * Leonard: E... dunno.
 * Gene Hunt: Sorry, was that you saying the letter E and then you don't know the rest, or was that you saying "Ee, I dunno!"?

 * Sam Tyler: This place is like Guantanamo Bay.
 * Gene Hunt: Give over, it's nothing like Spain.

 * [To Phyllis Dobbs, custody sergeant, talking about a witness that he's just brought in]
 * Sam Tyler: He's a key witness. So could you treat him like a person, Phyllis? D'you remember "people"? You used to be one!

 * [Gene is looking at a poster for The Good, The Bad And The Ugly]
 * Sam Tyler: Which one are you?
 * Gene Hunt: All three.

 * Test Card Girl: Do you not like me with my clown? I can see I make you frown. When on Earth will all this end? I'm your friend, your only friend.

 * Gene Hunt: Tits in a jumper, maybe a result.

 * ''[Sam & Gene are questioning a suspect]
 * Gene Hunt: You know, if you were Pinocchio you'd have just poked my eye out!

 * ''[Sam and Annie are standing on the steps outside, Gene Hunt approaches with Leonard, a witness who Annie has just agreed to watch overnight]
 * Sam Tyler: Annie's going to sit with him tonight.
 * Gene Hunt: Hey, Leonard! Fanny in the flat! Nice work!

 * Sam Tyler: Look, I was thinking, guv. I know having me here is difficult for you. What if I went back?
 * Gene Hunt: To Hyde?
 * Sam Tyler: Is that possible?
 * Gene Hunt: I'll get on the blower.
 * [Gene picks up the phone]
 * Sam Tyler: You can do that? You can just send me back to where I came from?
 * Gene Hunt: [on phone] Hello, is that the Wizard of Oz? [to Sam] The Wizard'll sort it out. It's because of the wonderful things he does.

The Stabbing [1.3]

 * [Sam's coming down the one-way street with some food in both hands, about to step on the walkway when a cyclist from behind almost hits him]
 * Sam Tyler: Oi! [upset] Keep it on the road! [walks along some steps, adding semi-joking/sternly] Comin' 'round your house, stamp on your toys!"

 * [After hearing his mothers voice on the police radio, followed by that of Phyllis, the police receptionist]
 * Sam Tyler: Phyllis, is that you?
 * Phyllis: No, it's Jane Fonda on the hunt for men!

 * Chris Skelton: Bingo! I got one. Martin Ellis, lorry driver. Waiting for a fabrics pick-up at 2:30 this morning. Spotted a thickset man running of the loom hall.
 * Sam Tyler: Good, can I see it?
 * [Chris shows Sam a black and white picture with a head looking like a butternut squash with ears]
 * Sam Tyler: Chris, have you ever seen anybody that looks like that?
 * Chris Skelton: It's the best we could do.
 * Sam Tyler: It's a doddle, then. We're looking for someone with hamster's cheeks, a nose like Audrey Hepburn and a two-foot forehead.

 * Ted Bannister: You're not on your own. Nobody is! Not unless you want to be.

 * [To another police officer examining blood on the floor]
 * Gene Hunt: Oi! Hairy Mary, shift yourself. You're in the way.
 * Sam Tyler: Let him do his job.

 * Gene Hunt: Chief culprit is Ted Bannister. I want him in custody by teatime.
 * Sam Tyler: What, because he spoke first?
 * Gene Hunt: 'Cos he's guilty as sin, and he's a Commie bastard.
 * Sam Tyler: Sorry, that's bollocks. Total rubbish.
 * Gene Hunt: You're just itching to get your blood-spillage book out, aren't ya!
 * Sam Tyler: You're making him prime suspect based on what, a hunch?

 * Gene Hunt: Is my name 'Coco'?
 * Sam Tyler: What?
 * Gene Hunt: Why are you trying to make me look like a clown? Litton's gonna have a field day when he finds out you left four untraceable shooters out there.
 * Sam Tyler: This isn't about Litton. And don't blame me for this. You dumped it on me!
 * Gene Hunt: I thought you said you could multi... story... task... Whatever!

 * Sam Tyler: You make it sound like a war.
 * Ted Bannister: Yeah, well, maybe it is
 * Sam Tyler: Worth fighting for.
 * Ted Bannister: Worth dying for.
 * Gene Hunt: Worth killing for? How did you kill him, by the way?
 * Ted Bannister: Look, I told you, I went home.
 * Gene Hunt: Liar. Liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar!
 * Chris Skelton: LIAR!
 * Ted Bannister: I want to see some sort of lawyer.
 * Chris Skelton: A liar?
 * Ted Bannister: A lawyer!

 * Gene Hunt: Say goodnight, Gracie, and sit down. I said sit down!
 * Sam Tyler: Ted-
 * Ted Bannister: Look, you've got to open the mill, we— we can't afford to lose this order!
 * Gene Hunt: The mill stays shut until our inquiry is over.
 * Ted Bannister: For god's sakes!
 * Gene Hunt: SIT DOWN, OR I'LL SIT YOU DOWN! NOW!

 * [To Sam about the tin of Party Seven beer]
 * Gene Hunt: Oi, Romeo. Are we gonna open this bog water or what?

 * Gene Hunt: [about Ted Bannister] Tenner says he did it.
 * Sam Tyler: This is-
 * Gene Hunt: Tenner and a tin of Party Seven.
 * Sam Tyler: If you think that I'm going to reduce a murder investigation to the level of a playground bet--
 * Gene Hunt: [to the accompaniment of chicken noises from Ray] Cowardy cowardy custard. Can't cut the mustard.

 * [Preparing guns before the shoot-out]
 * Ray Carling: Yeah, but can you hit anything?
 * Sam Tyler: You should see my Playstation scores.

 * Gene Hunt: Drop your weapons! You are surrounded by armed bastards!

 * Gene Hunt: What's your problem,Tyler?
 * Sam Tyler: My problem!?! My problem...would rock...your...world!

A Conflict of Interests [1.4]

 * Gene Hunt: Will someone please put some bog roll in the toilets! I've just had to wipe my arse on Francis Lee!

 * [To the woman who - on orders from a local gangster - set him up for a 'honey trap']
 * Sam Tyler: You're a loser, Joni... or whatever your name is. Because you live in fear. And that's not really living at all, is it? See, I don't live in fear. I'm alive.

 * [Bursting in on Stephen Warren, who is performing an act of oral sex on another man]
 * Gene Hunt: I'm not a Catholic me'self Mr Warren, but isn't there something in the Bible about "Thou shalt not suck off rent boys"?
 * Warren: How dare you come in here!
 * Gene Hunt: You could have said that to the boy.

 * [Sam Tyler is hand cuffed to his bed, naked]
 * Gene Hunt: Morning.
 * Sam Tyler: Piss off.
 * Gene Hunt: Well, it's not all badminton and golf in Hyde then, eh?

 * Gene Hunt: You think you know everything, don't you?
 * Sam Tyler: I know the stench of rotten apples.
 * Gene Hunt: Yeah? And I know your slag is lying through her teeth and do you wanna know why?
 * Sam Tyler: Yeah, why?
 * Gene Hunt: Steven Warren is a bum bandit. Do you understand? A poof! A fairy! A queer! A queen! Fudge packer! Uphill Gardener! Fruit picking sodomite!
 * Sam Tyler: He's gay?
 * Gene Hunt: As a bloody Christmas Tree! Mind you, he is a little touchy on the subject, being a twisted Catholic with an elderly mother and all, so I wouldn't go mentioning it to him... You challenged his authority so he stitched you up like a kipper. Pretty girl appealed to your vanity as the only decent sheriff in Dodge City. Slipped you a Mickey, tied you up and bounced on your ding-a-ling.
 * Sam Tyler: Why?
 * Gene Hunt: I suspect the answer will lie in the post. Photos, you idiot.

 * [Tyler and Hunt have forced one of Warren's men to strip to his underwear in his cold store, to encourage him to answer their questions]
 * Gene Hunt: My friend is going to ask you some questions. Personally I hope you don't answer them because I want you to die in here and end up inside a pork pie.

 * [ Sweet is playing loudly in a club]
 * Gene Hunt: Do you like this music?
 * Sam Tyler: Yeah, I do, don't you?
 * Gene Hunt: It's just a lot a noise, really. Me and the wife like, eh, Roger Whittaker. Well, lot more her than me. D'ya know him?
 * Sam Tyler: Not intimately.
 * Gene Hunt: Keep it to yourself. We all have our dirty little secrets
 * Sam Tyler: Indeed we do.

The Footie [1.5]

 * [Gene and Sam need to get a pub landlord out of the way so that they can go undercover]
 * Gene Hunt: Ray! Go and arrest the landlord of the Trafford Arms.
 * Ray Carling: What for?
 * Gene Hunt: Think of something on the way.
 * [Later]
 * Gene Hunt: In a bizarre twist of fate, the landlord was arrested this afternoon... on suspicion of cattle rustling.
 * [Ray takes a bow and receives a round of applause]

 * Sam Tyler: We havent got any plates.
 * Gene Hunt: Improvise!

[a little while later]
 * Men in the Trafford Arms: What's this?
 * Sam Tyler: It's chicken... in a basket.

 * Ray Carling: I'm arresting you for the theft of a motor vehicle, resisting arrest... and driving like a div.

 * Ray Carling: Chris, you're a div. Get in.

 * Sam Tyler: If this was about football, he would have had serious injuries.
 * Gene Hunt: He's dead! That's quite serious.

 * Gene Hunt: There will never be a woman prime minister as long as I have a hole in my arse.

 * Gene Hunt: Oi! Referee! Has anyone ever told you you need glasses, you dozy git? Next time, I run you over!

 * Ray Carling: I think it was a heart attack.
 * Gene Hunt: Then it must've exploded out of his arse, there's blood all down his back.

 * Gene Hunt: Time to liven things up a bit. Hard to keep your stories straight when you're pissed. You ask my missus.
 * Sam Tyler: I'm not sure that's ethical.
 * Gene Hunt: It's not. It's vodka.

 * Test Card Girl: Why did you promise him, Sam? Daddies always let you down, don't they?

 * Gene Hunt: Juries love all that. Makes 'em feel like Columbo.

 * [To Peter Bond, a football fan who has beat Colin Clay, a fellow supporter, to death in order to provoke a riot between opposing supporters]
 * Sam Tyler: You know nothing about football! [Punches Bond, winding him] I used to go to football with my dad. United and City fans used to walk to the match together. Our next door neighbour, he had a City flag up in his window. Kids used to play together in the street - red and blue. But then people like you came along and you took it away from us.
 * Peter Bond: A good punch up's all part of the game! It's about pride. Pride in your team. Being the best!
 * Sam Tyler: No it isn't! This is how it starts and then it escalates. It gets on the telly and in the press, and then other fans from other clubs start trying to out do each other. And then it becomes about hate! And then it's nothing to do with football any more! It's about gangs and scumbags like you roaming the country seeing who can cause the most trouble. And then we overreact, and we have to put up perimeter fences and we treat the fans like animals! Forty, fifty thousand people herded into pens! And then how long before something happens, eh? How long before something terrible happens and we are dragging bodies out?

 * [Snatching Bond's ticket for the match away from him]
 * Peter Bond: That's mine!
 * Sam Tyler: This doesn't belong to you. This belongs to decent people, who work hard all week and take their kids to the match on a Saturday! People like Colin Clay!

 * [After the case has been resolved, proving both Gene and Sam equally correct about the crime]
 * Gene Hunt: I'm ready anytime.
 * Sam Tyler: [Bewildered] For what?
 * Gene Hunt: An apology. Was this or was this not about football?
 * Sam Tyler: Was the killer drinking with him in the Trafford Arms?
 * Gene Hunt: Don't make excuses; I'm right, you're wrong, admit it. Was this about football?
 * Sam Tyler: Not in the way you thought.
 * Gene Hunt: Still about football!
 * Sam Tyler: The only reason we caught him was because I persuaded you to go undercover! All you were doing before that was dragging hooligans in!
 * Gene Hunt: Still about football!
 * Sam Tyler: [Frustrated] You just will not be proved wrong, will you?! You know, that's very childish!
 * Gene Hunt: No it is not.
 * Sam Tyler: [Childishly] Is!
 * Gene Hunt: [Equally childishly] Isn't!

 * [Ray walks into shot, wearing a Manchester United scarf and freezes once he sees Sam and Gene]
 * Sam Tyler: I thought he had flu?
 * Gene Hunt: Sergeant!
 * [Ray makes a run for it]
 * Gene Hunt: [chasing] Come back 'ere you skiving little git!

The Deadline [1.6]

 * Sam Tyler: We need to start a dialog with the hostage taker.
 * Gene Hunt: We need the hostage taker in handcuffs or dead on the floor

 * Sam Tyler: We need an inner cordon as well as this one. Think of it as two circles, one inside the other. The area in the centre is out of limits to everybody but us.
 * Gene Hunt: Fair enough.
 * Sam Tyler: Call it the doughnut.
 * Gene Hunt: Jam or custard?
 * Sam Tyler: Now you're just being silly.
 * Gene Hunt: I'm not the one calling it a doughnut

 * Hugo Barton: [runs towards the team] Excuse me!
 * Sam Tyler: Excuse me sir, can you go back behind the cordon, please.
 * Hugo Barton: Hugo Barton. I'm a reporter from the Gazette.
 * Gene Hunt: Oh, terrific. [shouts at the hostage taker] Oi! We've got another one for you!
 * Sam Tyler: Guv.
 * Hugo Barton: He walked in about 40 minutes ago; he was just ahead of me. He pulled a gun; he means business.
 * Gene Hunt: Y'know, I'd listen to the snot in my hankie before I'd listen to you.

 * Sam Tyler: I'M ALIVE!

 * Sam Tyler: His only way of talking to the outside world will be through-
 * Gene Hunt: Us-
 * Sam Tyler: Me. I'm the negotiator.
 * Gene Hunt: I'll make you a hat.

 * Gene Hunt: I reckon we can take him, I'll jump on him, you take his gun and Cartwright can jump up and down on his knackers.

 * Gene Hunt: Always trust the Gene Genie!

Wrongful Death [1.7]

 * Gene Hunt: Now is not the time to have a one night stand with your conscience.

 * Gene Hunt: Detective Sergeant Ray Carling, you are hereby stripped of your rank and demoted to Detective Constable. From now on, your main responsibilities will be maintenance of CID stationery cupboard. You will account for every pen, pencil and paper clip in this office.
 * Ray Carling: Oh, come on, guv...
 * Gene Hunt:You will only participate in other investigations at my discretion. Half your wages for the next twelve months, including any overtime, will be deducted by me and given directly to the Police Benevolent Fund. You are also barred from the Railway Arms until I decide otherwise. You so much as belch out of line and I'll have your scrotum on a barbed-wire plate.

 * Nelson: I set the rules here.

 * [just caught by DCI Hunt]
 * Billy Kemble: Oh, bollocks.
 * Gene Hunt: My thoughts exactly. [knees Kemble in aforementioned spot]

 * [to Sam]
 * Gene Hunt: You're never happy unless you're making my life complicated, are ya.

 * Andrea Kemble: He your boss? What would I get for smacking him one?
 * Sam Tyler: A round of applause from half our station.

 * Sam Tyler: If we can't police ourselves, how are the public supposed to trust us?
 * Gene Hunt: The public don't give a damn what we do, as long as we get results.
 * Sam Tyler: You're wrong.

 * Sam Tyler: [yelling] GET ME OUT OF HERE!

 * Gene Hunt: I don't know... [pause] ... who the biggest dickhead is round here. [to Ray Carling] You, for what happened... [to Sam] You, for your holier than thou act... or me, for having any of you on my team.

The Good Father [1.8]

 * [Reading a title of a pornographic film]
 * Gene Hunt: Once Upon A Time In Her Vest? [disgusted] You dare to pollute the glorious genre of the American Western?

 * [To Annie, touching her cheek]
 * Sam Tyler: Just so that you know. I don't hate everything about this place.

 * Gene Hunt: I think you've forgotten who you're talking to.
 * Sam Tyler: An overweight, over-the-hill, nicotine-stained, borderline-alcoholic homophobe with a superiority complex and an unhealthy obsession with male bonding?
 * Gene Hunt: You make that sound like a bad thing.

 * Vic Tyler: I've got a young lad named Sam.
 * Gene Hunt: I've got a pain in the arse called Sam!

 * Gene Hunt: [disgusted] Looks like they've been thinking up [porn movie] titles.. Listen to this: "On Her Majesty's Secret Cervix".

 * [Last lines of the first series]
 * Ray Carling: So, what do you want to do now, Guv?
 * Gene Hunt: [thinks for a moment] Pub!
 * Ray Carling: [smirks] Pub.
 * Chris Skelton: [grins] Pub.
 * Sam Tyler: [looks at the other three men in turn, slowly smiles] Pub.
 * [All get in car and drive off]

Helpless [2.1]

 * [After Gene pummels and hurls a journalist aside]
 * Sam Tyler: Do you keep a journalist chained in your basement for random beatings, Guv?

 * [Regarding Gene Hunt]
 * Superintendent Harry Wolfe: You're a lucky man, Tyler. You've got the best here.
 * Sam Tyler: [Heavy sarcasm] I weep with happiness every morning, sir.

 * Superintendent Harry Wolfe: I'm saying it to all divisions; city needs to feel safe, Gene. Point is, this is under the glare, so let's make it clean and let's make it count, yes?
 * Sam Tyler: Would that be... 'by the book', sir?
 * Superintendent Harry Wolfe: Yes, that's it - by the jolly old book.
 * Sam Tyler: [To Gene, smugly] Let's get this party started.

 * Sam Tyler: Oh, you're gonna bang heads? Let joy be unconfined.

 * [to Ray Carling whom he had demoted a few months ago]
 * Gene Hunt: Good work, Raymondo. I'm bumping you back up to DS... only this time make it stand for Detective Sergeant and not Dog Shit!

 * Sam Tyler: We pull him in, we put the squeeze on him. Why is that so hard for you to agree to?
 * Gene Hunt: Because I am policing in the full glare of the public bloody eye, and the Chief Super is taking a personal interest and we also have no flipping evidence! And I can't believe I just said that!

 * Chris Skelton: Boss? Bloody hell, you look like something out of the Addams Family.
 * Sam Tyler: Up all night.
 * Chris Skelton: Oh aye. What was her name?
 * Sam Tyler: Migraine.
 * Chris Skelton: German bird?

 * Gene Hunt: We need to nail this fast.
 * Sam Tyler: So, we preserve the scene. We dust for prints
 * Gene: [Interrupting] You've seen it out there, Sam. People are scared. Pull in someone from the "we don't like you" list. We put their prints on the hammer, charge 'em, whip it past the beak. There's loads of scum out there deserve another spell inside. It'll buy us more time.
 * Sam Tyler: Look Guv, you wanna wear the Sheriff's badge? Well it comes with responsibilities; thorough, and by-the-book!
 * Gene Hunt: Cobblers! The public don't care what we do, just that we get the job done!
 * Chris Skelton: Too right, you don't want a mirror at the dentist do you?

 * Ray Carling: Oh my Lord. Take a look at this.
 * [A line of policemen wearing washing up gloves and Sam Tyler instructing them]
 * Sam Tyler: Okay, fingertip search. Off you go, lads. Like I showed you. In a line, slowly. In a line!
 * Ray Carling: [singing] Now, hands that do dishes can feel [Chris and two other policemen join in] soft as your face -
 * Policeman: Piss off!
 * Ray Carling, Chris Skelton and two other police officers: With mild green Fairy Liquid.

 * Gene Hunt: Tell 'em to bring a big-
 * Sam Tyler: (Correcting him) Bastard-big
 * Gene Hunt: -Bastard-big sedative.

The Safe-Cracker [2.2]

 [Approaching a prison]
 * Chris Skelton: I'd hate to end up in prison.
 * Sam Tyler: Not very likely, is it Chris?
 * Chris: What if I was wrongly accused of killing my wife like David Janssen in The Fugitive?
 * Sam: You mean Harrison Ford.
 *  Chris: No I don't.

 * Chris: Dickie's famous for getting caught in Alicante.
 * Ray: Flagrante, Chris, in flagrante

 * Superintendent Harry Wolfe: He would be my nemesis, if he could spell it!

 * DCI Gene Hunt: A villain farts in this city, our snouts should be able to name the arse responsible.

 * Gene Hunt: Chris, round up everyone you can get your hands on. Ray, wake up and get a van. Cartwright, stick some lipstick on. There's a blag on at Raxton Street Post Office in an hour. I want the lot of you in there and undercover! We're gonna catch these bastards with their fingers in the till!

 * Gene Hunt: [to Sam] You always do this to me - I run in certain and walk out confused!

 * Gene Hunt: [to Sam] Y'know, If I was as worried as you, I'd never fart for fear of shitting myself

 * [Before an undercover sting operation, Annie is equipped with a gun]
 * Annie Cartwright: I haven't received any firearms training. That's not right...
 * Gene Hunt: [Exasperated] Y'see, this is why birds and CID don't mix. Give a bloke a gun, it's a dream come true. Give a girl one, and she moans it doesn't go with her dress! Now start behaving like a detective and show some balls.
 * Annie Cartwright: Thanks for being so sympathetic, sir. Let's hope you don't end up in my firing line. [Annie storms out]
 * Gene Hunt: [Slightly alarmed] Did she just threaten to shoot me?!
 * Superintendent Harry Wolfe: Got a very bright future ahead of her, that lass.

 * [Gene has locked Sam in the boot of his car after Sam has investigated alleged corruption charges against Gene's mentor]
 * Gene Hunt: The rules go like this; you're my officer, you do as I say!
 * Sam Tyler: I was following my instincts...
 * Gene Hunt: Well, I should charge your instincts with wasting police time!

 * Glen Fletcher: Don't take this the wrong way, DI Tyler, but you're a mental case.

 * Gene Hunt: [gives Tyler a gun] Here, wave this around inside and try and look hard for once in your life!
 * Sam Tyler: Have you never heard of softly, softly?
 * Gene Hunt: Yes, but I prefer Z-Cars! [he and Sam storm into the building] Don't move! You're surrounded by armed bastards!

The Bombing [2.3]

 * Sam Tyler: Look, you know when I said I wasn't wrong? Well, I was. But, I was right about this not being the IRA. I was right to follow my instincts. Just like you always say, "go with your gut feeling". Just taking your lead.
 * Gene Hunt: So I'm right?
 * Sam Tyler: We both are.
 * Gene Hunt: Right.
 * Sam Tyler: Right.
 * Gene Hunt: Just as long as I'm more right than you.

 * Gene Hunt: What is it you think I'm doing here, Tyler?
 * Sam Tyler: [Sarcastically under his breath] Building a Death Star?
 * Gene Hunt: What?
 * Sam Tyler: Nothing.

 * Gene Hunt: If you think I'm gonna let you walk away from this investigation, than you're in for an even bigger disappointment than when we found out the plonk Doris Bangs was a name and not a promise!

Suburban Swingers [2.4]

 * DS Ray Carling: Woman in her twenties.
 * Chris Skelton: Dead.
 * Gene Hunt: Well I didn't think she was sunbathing, did I?!

 * DS Ray Carling [To DC Chris Skelton] Take my advice, get a pint of Pernod'n'Black down her then do what you like.

 * DCI Gene Hunt: I once punched a bloke for speaking French.

 * [Ordering the hunt for a murderer]
 * Gene Hunt: This is my city. And it will be a safe place for my wife and my mum to walk around in. Is that understood?
 * Detectives: Yes, guv.
 * Gene Hunt: [Sternly] Right. Find out who the dead woman was, find out who killed her. Do it now.
 * [He checks his watch]
 * Gene Hunt: Hold up, hold up. Do it tomorrow morning, first thing. [Brightly] Beer o'clock, gentlemen.

 * Gene Hunt: So? He pushed a bird out a car. That doesn't make him a bad bloke.
 * [Sam gives him a look]
 * Gene Hunt: Oh alright, pull him in! I'll dance the fandango on his head!

 * Sam Tyler: Roger Twilling, 44 years old, successful businessman, very popular in the business community, gives a lot to charity.
 * Gene Hunt: I hate people who give to charity.

 * Gene Hunt: Murderers do not play tennis!
 * Sam Tyler: Well, this one does.

 * Sam Tyler: It's called surveillance.
 * Gene Hunt: Doesn't sound very manly.
 * Sam Tyler: Manly?!
 * Gene Tyler: Well, it's not proper police work, is it? Spying on people?
 * [...]
 * Sam Tyler: It's the future. One day, the vast majority of police work will be surveillance. Gathering information, feeding that information into computers...
 * Gene Hunt: Well I hope I'm dead by the time that happens!

 * [Breaking into Twilling's car showroom]
 * Chris Skelton: It's freezing out here.
 * Gene Hunt: I don't like this. Gene Hunt smashes doors down, he does not pick girlie locks!
 * Sam Tyler: We can't just pull him in. He's too clever for that. At least this way we get hard evidence.
 * Gene Hunt: I'm gonna be the laughing stock of the Lancashire Constabulary Dinner and Dance, me.
 * Sam Tyler: Believe it or not, guv, one day soon, something like this will bring down Richard Nixon.
 * Gene Hunt: Hard to believe.
 * [Chris Skelton is playing around with his flashlight]
 * Sam Tyler: Chris. This is serious.
 * Ray Carling: So where do you want this transmitter?
 * Sam Tyler: Up here
 * Gene Hunt: Chris, bend down.
 * Chris Skelton: What for?
 * Gene Hunt: Just do it
 * [Chris bends over to give Gene a step up]
 * Sam Tyler: Right, look...
 * [A police car with sirens on shoots past outside]
 * Ray Carling: [alarmed] The law! The law!
 * Gene Hunt: Get down you divs!

[Everyone ducks down, before Sam reappears when the car has gone]
 * Sam Tyler: We ARE the law, you bloody clowns! God help us!

 * Annie Cartwright: Darling, meet Roger and Carol.
 * Sam Tyler: [shaking hands] Hi, Tony Blair.

 * (Gene Hunt barges into Tyler's sting operation, with a woman in tow)
 * Roger Twilling: Tony, who is this man?
 * Sam Tyler: This is... This is my friend, Gordon. Gordon Brown. And his wife... Uh...

 * Gene Hunt: You know that guy in the Bible who tried to get a camel through the eye of a needle?
 * Sam Tyler: That would be ... Jesus.
 * Gene Hunt: Well, he had nothing on Mrs Luckhurst.

 * Ray Carling: So how'd your date go?
 * Chris Skelton: Oh...I-I won't be seeing her again.
 * Ray Carling: Don't tell me. Upstairs outside and you got a slap!

 * Sam Tyler: ''[about Gene's 'wife' at the wife-swapping party] Where'd she come from?
 * Gene Hunt: Suki? Let her off an arrest last week for lewd behaviour. She owed me.
 * Sam Tyler: She's a prostitute?
 * Suki: I am here, you know!
 * Gene Hunt: Well, you didn't think I was gonna fetch me own wife here, did you?!

 * Chris Skelton: What's a vol-au-vent?
 * Ray Carling: It's puff pastry shell filled with a savoury meat mixture.
 * Chris Skelton: So its a pie then.

The Kidnapping [2.5]

 * [The show opens with the introduction to Camberwick Green]
 * Camberwick Green Narrator: This is a box. A magical box, playing a magical tune. But inside this box, there lies a surprise. Do you know who's in it today? [A toy version of Sam appears] It's Sam Tyler! Hello, Sam.
 * [Toy Sam waves]
 * Camberwick Green Narrator: How are you today?
 * [Toy Sam puts his head in his hands]
 * Camberwick Green Narrator: Oh dear. Not very happy. Is it Gene Hunt?
 * [Toy Sam nods]
 * Camberwick Green Narrator: Is he kicking in a nonce?
 * [Toy Sam points - cut to a toy version of Gene Hunt, beating up another toy in a dark alley. Toy Gene and the nonce wave to the camera, then Gene hits the other toy repeatedly with a dustbin lid]

 * [To a person threatening to hang themselves]
 * Chris Skelton: C'mon, Mr. Lamb. I always say there's a time to take off the noose, and put on the kettle.

 * Annie Cartwright: We were hoping you could be a voice of reason...
 * Sam Tyler: [Feverishly intense] I came out of a musical box.
 * Annie Cartwright:... a stabilizing influence...

 * Sam Tyler: [grabs Gene as he enters the room with a usual comment] And as for you, I can just about handle you, driving like a pissed up crackhead and treating women like beanbags. But I'm going to say this once, and once only, Gene. Stay out of Camberwick Green!

 [Gene Hunt passes Sam a ransom note]
 * Gene Hunt: That note was left at the phonebox where Bea and Stella Lamb were taken. It's stencilled over in carbon, so it's doubly hard to trace.
 * Sam Tyler: So who's Charley Witham and who's Graham Bathurst?
 * Gene Hunt: [Gene pauses and sighs] Charley Witham was a beautiful 14 year old. She was attacked and murdered in cold blood one year ago. Her boyfriend, Graham Bathurst confessed. He's evil and now's he's in prison being evil.
 * Sam Tyler: I need more detail, guv. What's the connection to Simon Lamb?
 * Gene Hunt: Simon Lamb coached an athletic team Charley was in.
 * Sam Tyler: So did he finger Bathurst for the killing?
 * Gene Hunt: No, he didn't know him. This isn't a grudge crime.
 * Sam Tyler: Well someone thinks he's innocent.
 * Gene Hunt: Don't start! I've come at this from more angles than Linda Lovelace. He's not innocent! He confessed and worse he gloated about it.
 * Sam Tyler: Well obviously someone wants him out. How about Graham's family?
 * Gene Hunt: Oh, quick thinking Van der Valk. But while you been layed up with your Vicks Sinex, I've been leading a kidnap enquiry. You didn't see us yesterday.
 * [Flashback to yesterday, Simon Lamb is hysterical entering the police station]
 * Simon Lamb: Graham Bathurst.
 * Gene Hunt: [voice-over] From the moment Simon Lamb walked into the station I knew we had our work cut out.
 * Simon Lamb: Release him from prison right now.
 * Phyllis: [Bored, head rested on arm, not looking up] Righty-ho sir. Anyone else? Ronnie Kray? The Hillbury Road Axeman?
 * Simon Lamb: Release Graham Bathurst, or they're gonna die! [slams ransom note on desk. Phyllis looks up] Get your DCI.
 * Phyllis: Now just hold on!
 * Simon Lamb: Get him!
 * Gene Hunt: [voice over] And as if by magic, a DCI appeared. We went straight to Graham Bathurst's family. They were the ones who haven't stop bleating for his release for the last 12 months.
 * Mrs Bathurst: Go on, get away. You scumbag, bastard coppers!
 * Gene Hunt: [voice over] As you can imagine they were cock-a-hoop to see us, and invited us in for crumpets and jam.
 * Mrs Bathurst: You lied about my Graham. Everything you told the court was lies. You got no shame.
 * Gene Hunt: He confessed, Mrs Bathurst. So with respect, shut your bloody bonechute!
 * Gene Hunt: Chris, what are you writing down?
 * Chris Skelton: Her statement.
 * Gene Hunt: Right, add this. Your son Mrs. Bathurst, is a cold-hearted killer and if there's a hell, he's going there to be poked up the arse with sharp fiery sticks, forever and ever, Amen!
 * Chris Skelton: There's an e in fiery, isn't there?
 * [Graham's grandmother walks up]
 * Gene Hunt: Oh, Blimey, here comes the heavy mob. Sound the retreat. [voice over] The Bathurst family consists of one drunken mammy and an old bat with a stoop! Don't seem much like a ruthless gang of kidnappers to me. The worst bit was having to go back to see Charley Witham's parents.
 * Mrs Witham: Don.
 * Gene Hunt: [voice over] One year on, you can still see the grief in their eyes.
 * Don Witham: No disrespect, Mr Hunt. But I'd hoped that our paths would never have to cross again.
 * Gene Hunt: Yeah, well sorry for showing me ugly mug around here, Don. But, erm, the ransom note demands the release of Graham Bathurst.
 * Don Witham: Well who would want that?
 * Gene Hunt: Someone connected to the case. Obsessed with it. Anyone seen hanging around here?
 * Don Witham: Haven't seen anyone. But...you're not going to release him?
 * Gene Hunt: No.
 * Don Witham: But if someone out there thinks Bathurst is innocent... does that mean you're not so sure that he did it?
 * Gene Hunt: Graham Bathurst killed your daughter, Don. I'm more sure of that than me own name.

 * [Having pulled in a suspect in the kidnapping]
 * Gene Hunt: Where you stashed 'em, Mitchey boy!?
 * Mitch Bathurst: Up my arse, copper!
 * Gene Hunt: Do you wanna us to check!?

 * Sam Tyler: And with time slipping away, do we really want to put all our eggs in the same basket. If the kidnapper's still at large we might be able to lure him out.
 * Gene Hunt: How?
 * Sam Tyler: That note was a cry for justice.
 * Gene Hunt: And I ask again, only slightly louder, HOW?!!!

 * Annie Cartwright: Are you okay?
 * Sam Tyler: [sigh] Yeah, I'm just tired.
 * Annie Cartwright: Me too. I've haven't slept for 24 hours. [She puts her hand on Sam's shoulder]
 * [Flashback to yesterday, Annie is sorting through paperwork, when she looks at an advert in the newspaper for a Roxy Music concert - 22nd May at 8pm. She looks up to Sam Tyler's jacket hanging.]
 * Annie Cartwright: Stupid.
 * [Cut to present day]
 * Sam Tyler: It's not stupid.
 * Annie Cartwright: Pardon me?
 * Sam Tyler: Forget it.

 * Gene Hunt: Right, Scottie Yard are sending up some sort of kleptomaniac to look for hidden clues in the ransom note
 * Sam Tyler: Cryptographer!
 * Gene Hunt: Whatever.
 * Chris Skelton: They phoned 10 minutes ago saying they can't spare anybody.
 * Sam Tyler: Are any of you actually communicating? It's good to talk.

 * Gene Hunt: [sarcastic] Well this is nice! Shall I get us some Bakewell tarts?!
 * Sam Tyler: Tell me about Charley Witham.
 * Gene Hunt: I'll tell you about her. She's what every copper dreads. A dead child. And parents looking to you for answers.
 * [Flashback to a year ago. A video of Charley Witham and Gene Hunt and Charley Witham's parents watching]
 * Gene Hunt: [voiceover] Last year, I stood in their home, knowing I was their only hope of getting justice.
 * [Video carries on playing. Numerous clips of Charley laughing, playing, smiling, holding her pet cat, doing a handstand. Then the video stopped.]
 * Mrs Witham: We wanted you to see her, as we saw her. Chief Inspector. With everything ahead of her. Our perfect 10. Our Charley. [She starts to cry and leaves]
 * [Cut to present day]
 * Gene Hunt: [emotional] I erm, had the job of showing them... what their lovely perfect 10... had become.
 * [Flashback to morgue. Mr and Mrs Witham and Gene Hunt looking at Charley's body]
 * Gene Hunt: We think she knew her killer. Leaves were cleared away like they were making space. A rag was stuffed into her mouth. Probably didn't mean to kill her. Probably only wanted to keep her quiet. Smothered her face. Panicked and ran away.
 * Mrs Witham: So, she suffocated 20 feet from the road. From people walking their dogs, cars.

[Don Witham takes Charley's hand and kisses it]
 * Don Witham: Leave no stone unturned, Mr Hunt.

 * Gene Hunt: [Seeing Annie Cartwright's organised all the files for the current case] Bloody hell, Cartwright! Do you wanna come over my house and sort out my garage?

 * Gene Hunt: What if we lie.
 * Sam Tyler: What?
 * Gene Hunt: Tell some porkies. Make a big announcement that we've released Graham Bathurst.
 * Sam Tyler: Well what good's that gonna do?
 * Gene Hunt: Might buy us more time. Get the bastard out in the open. We kick him and cuff him.
 * Ray Carling: Sounds like a plan to me.
 * Annie Cartwright: God, it's always that simple with you lot.
 * Gene Hunt: Excuse me, Mrs Woman.
 * Annie Cartwright: Well, Sam's trying to work this thing out, and rest of us...we charge in like a herd of elephants! Details are what count. And I'm wondering, well I'm beginning to wonder, looking at Charley's old files, if we've really put down all the details.
 * Gene Hunt: We had a child killer to find. And we found him inside of 48 hours. Now I made a pledge to her parents. And I honoured it.
 * Annie Cartwright: Supposing we made mistakes last year. And just supposing those mistakes are coming back to haunt us.
 * [Gene Hunt leaves]
 * Ray Carling: Blimey, Cartwright. Next time go the whole hog and pull the gun on him.
 * Chris Skelton: That was out of order, Annie.
 * [Annie Cartwright leaves]
 * Sam Tyler: No she was right, Chris. God is in the detail.
 * Chris Skelton: God is in church smarty-pants.  [Sam stares] Uh, boss.

 * Annie Cartwright: Sam's still out cold, Doc says he may need to go to hospital for blood tests.
 * Gene Hunt: I know what blood group he is, A-Rhesus-Smug.

 * Sam Tyler: [watching the the team trying to figure out the murder, Annie is looking through files and Gene, Ray and Chris are at Lambs' house. Chris is searching for the warning that Simon Lamb was given] Chris. Think. Step back. God is in the detail.

 * [Sam comes back from the deeper coma]
 * Doctor: 10 mils of adrenaline did the trick.
 * Sam Tyler: 10 mils. The perfect 10!

 * Sam Tyler: Tung oil? Is that used on engines? I thought it was for wood.
 * Gene Hunt: Wood?
 * Sam Tyler: Yeah, it's a lacquer. For tables, floors.
 * Gene Hunt: Or a wooden gym floor?
 * Sam Tyler: Didn't Lamb's statement say he was cleaning gym equipment as Charley was leaving that night? 'I just wanted them to stop screaming' he kept saying that, Lamb about his family being kidnapped. 'I just wanted them to stop screaming.'
 * [A young girl passes by, ringing the bicycle bell. Simon Lamb stares at her, while Gene and Sam looks at his reaction. Simon pauses for a moment than turns around. Gene and Sam walk over to Simon Lamb, holding their badges out.]
 * Gene Hunt Mr Lamb? Just a moment sir.

A Deadly Drug [2.6]

 * Chris Skelton: I wonder what killed him?''.
 * Gene Hunt: That would be the bloody enormous hole in his chest where the bullet went in!''

 * Annie Cartwright: Boss, there's a viscous yellow liquid in his ear...''.
 * Gene Hunt: No, that's the drip from my fried egg butty, love. Well done Miss Marple, that's why we need women detectives...''

 * Annie Cartwright: Boss, he's got a pulse. He's alive! [Gene pours tea over the victim who moans in pain]
 * Gene Hunt: He is alive, isn't he?
 * Sam Tyler: You see, that's why you need women detectives!
 * Gene Hunt: You said he was dead!
 * Ray Carling: Well he weren't moving!
 * Gene Hunt: Chris doesn't move; it don't mean he's dead! Go on, Dr Kildare, get an ambulance!

 * Gene Hunt: Blardy, blardy, history bloody blah. It doesn't take a degree in applied bollocks to know what's going on!
 * Sam Tyler: Go on then, amaze me with your insubstantial guesswork!
 * Gene Hunt: He's come over here, started dealing, and Rocket or one of the other local drugs boys has took offence and offed him!
 * Sam Tyler: Wow. That was better than I expected. Copper jumps to conclusion and fits evidence to match. Birmingham Six, here we come!

 * Gene Hunt: Now. Yesterday's shooting. The dealers are all so scared we're more likely to get Helen Keller to talk. The Paki in a coma's about as lively as Liberace's dick when he's looking at a naked woman, and all in all this investigation's going at the speed of a spastic in a magnet factory.
 * [Sam Tyler, aghast, drops the radio he is holding.]
 * Gene Hunt: What?
 * Sam Tyler: Think you might have missed out the Jews.
 * Gene Hunt: What?
 * Sam Tyler: I think we need to explore whether this attempted murder was a hate crime.
 * Gene Hunt: What, as opposed to one of those I-really-really-like-you sort of murders?

 * Sam Tyler: Maybe the NF shot him, left the heroin there, to make him look bad.''
 * Gene Hunt: The NF are too stupid for that. They could stick a shotgun up my arse and pull the trigger, they'd still miss!
 * Sam Tyler: I'd still like to explore the racially motivated line of enquiry.''
 * Gene Hunt: And I'd like my boot to explore your jacksie, come on Tyler, where's the evidence you're so fond of?''

 * Gene Hunt: Why have you got an ant's nest up your arse over a bit of skirt!?
 * Sam Tyler: Because I loved her!
 * Gene Hunt: You great... soft... sissy... girlie... nancy... French... bender... Man United-supporting poof!
 * Layla Dylan: Leave him alone!
 * Gene Hunt: Did I ask you? Did I ask you anything other than WHERE THE BLOODY HELL IS RAVI?!

 * Sam Tyler: I think she's telling the truth''.
 * Gene Hunt: I think she's as fake as a tranny's fanny''.

 * Sam Tyler: I still think we need to entertain the possibility that this could be a racial killing.''.
 * Gene Hunt: Oh, well let's entertain it, let's take it out for a prawn cocktail, a steak and a bottle of Liebfraumilch, then let's kick it into the gutter where it belongs!''

 [Speaking to a White Supremacist after he claims himself superior]
 * Sam Tyler: Superior?! You're not superior to an amoeba with special needs.''.

 [Interviewing Layla at the station]
 * Layla: About 8:30, straight after I left Sam's flat, he was still alive.''
 * Gene Hunt: Straight after you left Sam's flat?''
 * Sam Tyler: She needed protection.''
 * Gene Hunt: Well I hope you used some!''

 [Interviewing Layla at the station]
 * Layla: He's really freaking me out, can we get him out of here?''
 * Gene Hunt: I'd love nothing better, piss off Tyler!''

 * Gene Hunt: He's got fingers in more pies than a leper on a cookery course.''

 * Gene Hunt: She's as nervous as a very small nun at a penguin shoot.''

 * Sam Tyler: Have you got a shred of humanity left? It doesn't matter how bad you are, no-one should have their nose rubbed into their brother's death.
 * Gene Hunt: I had a brother. Some bastard with Speed took him. I tried to get him off it. I tried everything, but he didn't want to be helped. We had an argument and he left. No-one's seen him in 10 years. Drugs eh? What's the point. They make you forget, make you talk funny, make you see things that aren't there. My old grandma got all of that for free when she had a stroke.
 * Sam Tyler: Y'know, people take drugs, often because something's missing.
 * Gene Hunt: [Taking a swig of his drink] We were brought up the same and I'm fine. I mean, dad used to get fist heavy when he was loose but me and Stu stuck by each other through that.

[Sam puts his arm on Gene's shoulder]
 * Gene Hunt: Yeah, OK, no need to go all Dorothy. It was a long time ago.

 [The rest of the team break in to find Sam lying tied up with an iron on his chest]
 * Sam Tyler: There was a power cut.
 * Gene Hunt: Thank God for OPEC.
 * Sam Tyler: Where's Annie? She was with me when I got hit over the head. And we just picked up Ravi.
 * Phyllis: [On radio] DS Carling? Come in. Over.
 * Ray Carling: [On radio, in distance] Yeah, what do you want?
 * Gene Hunt: If Annie dies, this will be down to you. Should have left that bloody iron on you.
 * Ray Carling: [On radio] Right, OK. [To Gene, Sam and Chris] Toolbox has picked up Ravi.
 * Sam Tyler: With Annie?
 * Ray Carling: No.
 * Chris Skelton: Maybe if we erm, we, we...
 * Gene Hunt: Oh shut up, you bloody big waste of space. Ray take Noddy here and check out Annie's flat. [To Sam] You come with me.

 [Catching White Supremacist after throwing brick through a window]
 * White Supremacist: What you doing, mate? You're one of us.''
 * Sam Tyler: What, a dyslexic, racist moron?''

 [Finding Annie]
 * Sam Tyler: You all right? Did they hurt you?
 * Annie Cartwright: I've got a bit of a headache but I'm still here aren't I?

[After Gene Hunt roughs up a local drug dealer]
 * Ray Carling: Steady Gov, we don't want another of those enquiries!

 * [Sam is at the hospital after checking on Layla who is pregnant with Maya, when he sees Annie walking towards him]
 * Annie Cartwright: The guv wanted me to see if you're doing anything stupid. You're not are you?
 * Sam Tyler: No.
 * Annie Cartwright: Right, that's me off duty then.
 * [She turns and starts walking away]
 * Sam Tyler: Annie, I just wanted you to know, the business with...
 * Annie Cartwright: ...Layla.
 * Sam Tyler: Yeah, it's not what you think.
 * Annie Cartwright: Y'know it's none of my business.
 * Sam Tyler: It was just unfinished business and now it's finished. That's all. [He smiles and kisses Annie on the cheek]
 * Annie Cartwright: Bye, Sam. [She turns to leave but then turns back] And get some sleep. [She leaves]

 * Sam Tyler: Gene...not to come over all 'Dorothy', but I could help you. Everyone's traceable, even in this day and age. I could help you find your brother.
 * Gene Hunt: I already did, Sam. Just not in time.

[Gene takes a swig of his drink]
 * Sam Tyler: Does that actually help?
 * [Gene offers Sam the flask, to which Sam takes a swig of the drink]
 * Sam Tyler: Y'know I might know how to cheer him up.
 * [Cut to a nurse walking from the hospital beds and another nurse travelling to see the disturbance in one of the hospital beds. She finds Sam sitting in a chair smoking, reading a newspaper and Gene lying on the bed next to Ravi, drinking]
 * Nurse: Keep it down or I'll call the police.
 * [Sam and Gene laugh and Ravi wakes up, sighs and goes back to sleep, as Sam and Gene continue laughing]

The Shooting [2.7]

 * Gene Hunt: Listen, you're not the one who's going to have to knit himself a new arse after 25 years of aggressive male affection in prison showers, I'm coming with you!.

[Sam startles Gene by waking screaming from a nightmare]
 * Sam Tyler: I was just dreaming.
 * Gene Hunt: What I call a dream involves Diana Dors and a bottle of chip oil! That's what you call a guilty conscience, my friend.
 * Sam Tyler: What?
 * Gene Hunt: The root of nightmares.
 * Sam Tyler: My conscience is clear, thank you very much.
 * Gene Hunt: Yeah, well, as for me, I slept like a baby! [Flops back down onto the bed]
 * Sam Tyler: Yeah, a twenty stone baby. Burps, snores and farts.
 * Gene Hunt: [sitting bolt upright] I do NOT snore!

Undercover [2.8]

 * [Sam and Gene are having another discussion about police work]
 * Sam Tyler: Our definitions of policing may vary marginally.
 * Gene Hunt: And yours is?
 * Sam Tyler: Serve the public trust, protect the innocent, uphold the law.
 * Gene Hunt: Training college?
 * Sam Tyler: RoboCop. [Pause] You can't uphold the law by breaking it.

 * [Sam hears Jimmy Savile on the radio]
 * Jimmy Savile: Wow! But the big news is they've found the cause of Sam's prolonged coma! Ooh! Now then guys and gals, there's a tumour in the temporal lobe of Sam's brain, they thought it was a clot but, hows about that, a clot it is not! Wow! It may be operable, double wow!...Our very good friends here at the hopsital say they can cut out the tumour.
 * Sam Tyler: Cut it out! Cut it out! Fix it for me, Jim!.

 * Nelson: I see a darkness in you, Sam.
 * Sam Tyler: Oh, you can see into me, can you, Nelson? Well, Come on then. Am I mad? Huh? Is this real? Come on. I just want to know the truth.
 * Nelson: We all want that, Sam. What's real. What's not. I see folk who walk about in a sunken dream, 'cause they feel nothing. Are they alive?
 * Sam Tyler: I wake up every morning and I tell myself I am alive.
 * Nelson: When you can feel, then you're alive. When you don't feel, you're not.

 * Frank Morgan: You have amnesia, Sam.
 * Sam Tyler: I'm in a coma, Frank.

 * [Sam has just revealed that he is betraying Gene]
 * Annie Cartwright: That's why you're leaving, isn't it? I bet sometimes you can't look at yourself in the mirror.
 * [Starts to cry]
 * Annie Cartwright: I listened to all your problems and worries, and I can't believe I felt sorry for you.
 * [Slaps Sam]
 * Annie Cartwright: Hurts, doesn't it? That's because it's real!

 * [Sam's back in the present day; this is spoken as a voiceover]
 * Sam Tyler: My name is Sam Tyler. I had an accident and I woke up in 1973. I had no idea if I was mad, or if I was in a coma, or if I'd gone back in time. It was like I'd woken up on a different planet. But I knew that if I could find out the reason, that I could get home. DI Sam Ty- [He checks himself]... DCI Sam Tyler, Greater Manchester Police.

 * Sam Tyler: I went someplace mum and every day I woke up in that place and I told myself ‘I’m alive’ and I was. In some ways more than I've ever been. You know, a barman [laughs] a barman once told me that you know when you're alive because you can feel and you know when you're not because you don’t feel anything. I made a promise mum; I made a promise to someone who I care about very much.
 * Ruth Tyler: Then you’ve got nothing to worry about because you always keep your promises.

 * [Sam is in a meeting]
 * Man: Sam look at your hand.
 * Sam Tyler: [He looks at his thumb which is bleeding from an accidental cut] I can't feel anything. [ Life on Mars? starts playing in the background]
 * Man: What?
 * Sam Tyler: Excuse me. [He leaves]

 * [Sam has just returned to 1973 and to where the shoot-out is]
 * Gene Hunt: Tyler!
 * Annie Cartwright: Sam! Help us!
 * [Sam shoots the last remaining gang member who is about to shoot Gene again]
 * Gene Hunt: Now that's just showing off.
 * Sam Tyler: [To Annie] Are you alright?
 * [She nods]
 * Sam Tyler: I told you I'd never leave you.
 * Gene Hunt: Well, good for us!
 * [Sam tries to help Gene to stand up]
 * Gene Hunt: Get off. I'm not a fairy!

 * Ray Carling: [angrily] I got shot because of you!
 * Sam Tyler: I know. I'm truly sorry, Ray.
 * Ray Carling: Still, I met a bird, medical bird.
 * Sam Tyler: Called nurses.
 * Ray Carling: Big tits, arse like two cox's pippins in a bag.
 * Sam Tyler: She sounds enigmatic.
 * Ray Carling: No, boss, she was from Barnsley.
 * [Sam is looking around the pub for Annie and Phyllis notices]
 * Phyllis: Go and find her.
 * Sam Tyler: What?
 * Phyllis: I'm not just a sex goddess, I've got eyes. Go on. [She gestures to outside the pub]

 * Sam Tyler: Tell me...
 * Annie Cartwright: Tell you what, Sam?
 * Sam Tyler: Tell me what I should do, Annie.
 * [Pause]
 * Annie Cartwright: [Emotionally] Stay. Here. Forever.
 * Sam Tyler: Okay, then. I will.
 * [They kiss]
 * [Gene pulls up in the car]
 * Gene Hunt: TYLER! Put that soppy plonk down and get in! Blag on at Archer Lane, shots fired, lovely! [Chris and Ray emerge from the pub] You two tarts, get in! And you, flash knickers!
 * Sam Tyler:: You shouldn't be driving with that leg.
 * Gene Hunt:: Well, I am.
 * Sam Tyler:: You were shot.
 * Gene Hunt:: Yeah, and so will you be in a minute if you don't get in!
 * [On the car radio, Sam hears a doctor speaking]
 * Doctor: We're losing him. Sam? Sam?
 * [Can hear heartbeat go faster then flatline.]
 * Sam Tyler: I hate this channel.
 * [Sam switches radio channels and Life on Mars? quietly plays. Sam turns the volume up.]
 * Sam Tyler: That's better.
 * Gene Hunt: What are you doing, Raymondo?
 * Ray Carling: Can't get the door shut.
 * Sam Tyler: I should be driving.
 * Gene Hunt: You drive like my Aunt Mabel!
 * Sam Tyler: If you injure someone while driving this, it's technically a criminal offence!
 * Gene Hunt:: Oh shut up, you noncey-arsed fairy boy!
 * Sam Tyler:: [smiling to himself] Such elegant banter! Try and keep under 70, oh, and radio for uniform!
 * Gene Hunt: I don't need plod getting in the way!
 * Sam Tyler: It's procedure! You're not above the law, you know, guv!
 * Gene Hunt: What're you on about? I AM THE LAW!
 * Sam Tyler: Yeah, in your dreams.

Taglines

 * Back in the nick of time
 * Two cops in the same town at the same time... 33 years apart

Cast

 * John Simm as DI Sam Tyler
 * Philip Glenister as DCI Gene Hunt
 * Dean Andrews as DS Ray Carling
 * Marshall Lancaster as DC Chris Skelton
 * Liz White as WPC Annie Cartwright

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The Producers (1967 film)

The Producers is a 1967 film about producers Max Bialystock and Leo Bloom who fraudulently make money by producing a sure-fire flop.
 * Written and directed by Mel Brooks.

Hollywood Never Faced a Zanier Zero Hour!

Max Bialystock

 * How humiliating. Max Bialystock. Max Bialystock. You know who I used to be? Max Bialystock! King of Broadway! Six shows running at once! Lunch at Delmonico's. $200 suits. You see this? This once held a pearl as big as your eye! Look at me now. LOOK AT ME NOW! I'm wearing a cardboard belt! I used to have thousands of investors begging, pleading to put their money in a Max Bialystock production. Look at my investors now. [He opens a cabinet with pictures of wealthy, elderly women] Voila! Hundreds of little old ladies stopping off at Max Bialystock's office to grab a last thrill on the way to the cemetery! [To Leo] You have exactly 10 seconds to change that look of disgusting pity into one of enormous respect. One, two... Do the books. Do the books...Window's so filthy, can't tell whether it's day or night out there.
 * That's it, baby, when you've got it, flaunt it, flaunt it!
 * That's exactly why we want to produce this play. To show the world the true Hitler, the Hitler you loved, the Hitler you knew, the Hitler with a song in his heart.
 * How could this happen? I was so careful. I picked the wrong play, the wrong director, the wrong cast. Where did I go right?
 * Bloom, look at me. Look at me, Bloom!  Bloom, I'm drowning.  Other men sail through life.  Bialystock has struck a reef.  Bloom, I'm going under.  I'm being sunk by a society that demands success when all I can offer is failure.  Bloom, I'm reaching out to you.  Don't send me to prison.  [bellowing] HELP!!!
 * Next time I produce a play, no author.
 * You lousy fruit! You RUINED ME!!

Singers

 * Springtime for Hitler and Germany Deutschland is happy and gay. We're marching to a faster pace Look out, here comes the master race! Springtime for Hitler and Germany Winter for Poland and France. Springtime for Hitler and Germany Come on, Germans, go into your dance.
 * I was born in Dusseldorf, and that is why they call me Rolf!
 * Don't be stupid! Be a smartie! Come and join the Nazi Party!
 * (Actually sung by Mel Brooks)
 * Springtime for Hitler and Germany (two rifle shots) Goosestep's the new step today. (machine-gun fire) Bombs falling from the skies again (explosion) Deutschland is on the rise again! Springtime for Hitler and Germany U-boats are sailing once more. Springtime for Hitler and Germany Means that soon we'll be going to war!

Others

 * Leo Bloom: [reading the title of the play for the first time] "Springtime for Hitler: A Gay Romp with Adolf and Eva at Berchtesgaden"... Wow...
 * Franz Liebekind: I am the author. You are the audience. I outrank you!
 * Franz Liebekind: Adolf Elizabeth Hitler

Dialogue

 * Leo: Mr. Bialystock, I cannot FUNCTION under these conditions! [pulls out his blue blanket and hugs it] You're making me extremely nervous.
 * Max: What is that, a handkerchief?
 * Leo: What? [hides his blue blanket behind his back] Oh, it's nothing.
 * Max: Nothing? Then why can't I see it? [grabs Leo's blue blanket out of his hand]
 * Leo: [gasps] M-MY BLANKET! MY BLUE BLANKET!! GIMME MY BLUE BLANKET!!! [goes crazy]
 * Max: Sshhh! Here, here, here! Don't panic! Don't panic. [hands Leo's blue blanket back to him. Leo calms down]
 * Leo: [sighs] I'm sorry. I don't like people touching my blue blanket. It's not important, it's a minor compulsion. I can deal with it if I want to. It's just that I've had it ever since I was a baby, and I find it very comforting. [kisses his blue blanket and puts it back in his pocket]

 * Max: [TELEVISION EDIT: reading post-show telegrams]..."Congratulations - it's the biggest hit on Broadway!"..."Congratulations - 'Hitler' will run forever!"..."Congratulations..." "Congratulations...!"
 * Leo: [looking queasy] Max! Please don't say that word again.
 * Max: What word? You mean, Congra--
 * Leo: DON'T SAY IT! [calmer] I'm scared that, if I hear it just once more, I'll start getting sick to my stomach and I won't be able to stop. [At that moment, Roger DeBris comes in with a tray of champagne and glasses]
 * Roger: CONGRATULATIONS! [Sure enough, Leo whirls and bolts into their office lavatory; we hear him throwing up] Have you seen the lines at the box office? It's a torrent! It's an avalanche! It's the BIGGEST HIT ON BROADWAY! [Now it's Max's turn to look queasy]
 * Max: LEO! MOVE OVER! [He charges into the bathroom; we hear him vomiting, followed by Leo groaning loudly] ...Sorry about that, pal.

 * Max: ...So, in order for this scheme to work, we'd have to find a surefire flop!
 * Leo: [completely changing his tone in mid-sentence] Yes! That's exactly WHAT SCHEME!?
 * Max: Why, your scheme, you bloody little genius!
 * Leo: I meant no scheme. I merely posed an academic accounting theory. It was just a thought.
 * Max: [classic expression] Bloom, worlds are turned on such thoughts.

 * Leo: Let's assume, just for the moment, that you are a dishonest man.
 * Max: [classic expression] Assume away.

 * Leo: You're gonna jump on me.
 * Max: Huh?
 * Leo: You're gonna jump on me! I know you're gonna jump on me! Like Nero jumped on Poppaea!
 * Max: Who?
 * Leo: Poppaea!! She was his wife, and she was unfaithful to him! So, he got mad! AND HE JUMPED ON HER, UP AND DOWN, UP AND DOWN, UNTIL HE SQUASHED HER LIKE A BUG! PLEASE DON'T JUMP ON ME!!
 * Max: I'M NOT GONNA JUMP ON YA!!!
 * Leo: AAAAH!!

 * Leo: I'M HYSTERICAL! I'M HYSTERICAL! I'M HYS-
 * [Max splashes a glass of water on Leo]
 * Leo: ...I'M WET! I'M WET! I'M HYSTERICAL AND I'M WET!
 * [Max slaps Leo across the face]
 * Leo: ...I'M IN PAIN! ...AND I'M WET! ...AND I'M STILL HYSTERICAL! No, don't hit, don't hit! It only increases me sense of danger.
 * Max: What can I do? You're making me hysterical.
 * Leo: Go away, go away. You frighten me.

 * Franz Liebekind: You know, not many people knew it, but the Fuhrer was a terrific dancer.
 * Max: Really, I never dreamed that...
 * Franz Liebekind: That is because that you were taken in by that verdammte Allied propaganda! Such filthy lies! They told lies! But nobody ever said a bad word about Winston Churchill, did they? No! 'Win with Winnie!' Churchill! With his cigars. With his brandy. And his rotten painting, rotten! Hitler - there was a painter! He could paint an entire apartment in one afternoon! Two Coats! Churchill. He couldn't even say 'Nazi'. He would say 'Noooo-zeeehz, Nooooooooooooo-zeeehz!' It wasn't Noses! It was Nazis! Churchill!...Let me tell you this! And you're hearing this straight from the horse. Hitler was better looking than Churchill. He was a better dresser than Churchill. He had more hair! He told funnier jokes! And he could dance the pants off of Churchill!...Churchill!

 * Leo: ...You say you've found a flop?
 * Max: [referring to "Springtime For Hitler"] Oh, no. Calling THIS a flop would be an INSULT to flops. We've found a disaster, an apocalypse, a catastrophe, an outrage, a career-buster, a guaranteed-to-close-before-it-opens beauty! Read it and weep; it's practically a love letter to Nazi Germany!
 * Leo: Wow...This won't run an hour!
 * Max: An hour!? That's being generous. This play promises to close on Page 4! Don't you, play? [comical voice] "Yes, Mr. Bialystock; I promise to close on Page 4."

 * Leo: Just think! Yesterday I was a meaningless little accountant...and today, I am the producer of a Broadway flop!
 * Max: [raising his glass] To failure!
 * Leo: [raising his glass in return] To failure!
 * Drunk at the end of the bar: Oh, thank you. That's very kind of you.

 * [Max forcefully wrestles Leo's books out of his hands and laughs triumphantly. Leo angrily pinches Max's cheeks hard]
 * Leo: [enraged, shrieking] FAT!!!!!!!! FAT!!!! FAT!! [punches Max in the stomach, knocking him to the floor, making him groan in agony] FAT!!! FAT!!!!! YOU FATTY!! [launches himself onto Max, attacking him] Just gimme those books, you fat walrus!
 * Max: Never!
 * Leo: Give 'em, quick! Grr-rrr! YOU FAT FATTY! GIMME THOSE FAT BOOKS!!
 * Max: NO! No!

 * [At the trial of Max, Leo, and Franz, the jury has reached a verdict]
 * Jury Foreman: ...We find the defendants incredibly guilty.
 * Leo: I would like to say something, your Honor. Not on my behalf, but in reference to my partner, Mr. Bialystock...Your Honor, Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury, Max Bialystock is the most selfish man I ever met in my life.
 * Max: Don't help me.
 * Leo: Not only is he a liar and a cheat and a scoundrel and a crook, who has taken money from little old ladies, but he's also talked people into doing things, especially me, that they would never in a thousand years have dreamed of doing. But, your Honor, as I understand it, the law was created to protect people from being wronged. Your Honor, whom has Max Bialystock wronged? I mean, whom has he really hurt? Not me. Not me. I was... This man. No one ever called me Leo before. I mean, I know it's not a big legal point, but even in kindergarten, they used to call me Bloom. I never sang a song before. I mean with someone else. I never sang a song with someone else before. This man, this man, this is a wonderful man. He made me what I am today. He did. And what of the dear ladies? What would their lives have been without Max Bialystock? Max Bialystock who made them feel young and attractive and wanted again? That's all that I have to say.
 * [The ladies stand and applaud]
 * Max: And may I humbly add, your Honor, that we've learned our lesson and that we'll never do it again.

Cast

 * Zero Mostel - Max Bialystock
 * Gene Wilder - Leo Bloom
 * Kenneth Mars - Franz Liebkind
 * Estelle Winwood - Hold me, Touch me
 * Renee Taylor - Eva Braun
 * Christopher Hewett - Roger De Bris
 * Lee Meredith - Ulla
 * William Hickey - The drunk
 * Andreas Voutsinas - Carmen Ghia
 * David Patch - Goebbels
 * Dick Shawn - Lorenzo St. DuBois (L.S.D.)
 * Barney Martin - Goring

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Nigel Lawson

Nigel Lawson, Baron Lawson of Blaby PC (11 March 1932 – 3 April 2023) was a British politician. Originally a financial journalist, he was editor of The Spectator from 1966 to 1970. He was Chancellor of the Exchequer between June 1983 and October 1989 during the government of Margaret Thatcher and oversaw a sizable reduction in taxes as well as the privatization of many state-owned companies. He fell out with Mrs Thatcher over the issue of European monetary co-operation and resigned suddenly over her having supplanted him with one of her own advisers.

Editor of The Spectator

 * Today 'nationalism' is out of fashion among the opinion-formers. Thanks to a superficial misreading of history, it is accused of having been responsible for two world wars and has widely come to be regarded as a political sin of the first magnitude, fortunately found only in such antiquated and obsolete figures as General de Gaulle. In fact the real danger comes from ideologies not nationalism; for while a nation may properly respect the nationhood of others, an ideology knows no frontiers...Once [the Tories] lose their claim to be, in the fullest sense, the 'national party', they are left, as they are in danger of being left today, either as the party of the 'individual' – a noble but to most people an austere and forbidding creed – or else as the party of the middle classes, which condemns them to a permanent minority.
 * 'A Tract for the Tories', The Spectator (1967), quoted in The View from No. 11: Memoirs of a Tory Radical (London: Bantam, 1992), p. 8.

Backbench MP

 * The time has come for a wholly new approach to economic policy in Britain. The overriding need is for a long-term stabilisation programme to defeat inflation, recreate business confidence and provide a favourable climate for economic growth. At the head of such a programme must lie a firm commitment to a steady and gradual reduction in the rate of growth of the money supply, until it is consistent with our best guess at a potentially sustainable rate of economic growth. Only in this way can inflation be wrung out of the system. But this alone is not enough...An equally important part of a long term stabilisation plan has to be a reduction in the present Budget deficit...Indeed, something akin...to the old balanced Budget discipline needs to be restored: the secret of practical economic success, as overseas experience confirms, is the acceptance of known rules. Rules rule: OK?
 * The Times (14 September 1978), p. 16.

Secretary of State for Energy

 * The Conservative Party has never believed that the business of government is the government of business.
 * Speech in the House of Commons (10 November 1981)

 * No industry should remain under State ownership unless there is a positive and overwhelming case for it so doing. Inertia is not enough. As a nation, we simply cannot afford it.
 * Speech in the House of Commons (10 November 1981)

Chancellor of the Exchequer

 * The successful sale of British Telecom...reveals a vast and untapped yearning among ordinary people for a direct stake in the ownership of British enterprise. Investment in shares has begun to take its place, with ownership of a home and either a bank or building society deposit, as a way for ordinary people to participate in enterprise and wealth creation. We are seeing the birth of people's capitalism.
 * On the privatisation of BT (November 1984), quoted in The View from No. 11: Memoirs of a Tory Radical (London: Bantam, 1992), p. 224.

 * Economically and politically, Britain can get along with double digit unemployment.
 * Interview with George F. Will (December 1984), quoted in William Keegan, Mr Lawson's Gamble (London: Hodder & Stoughton, 1989), p. 140.

 * Those who, in the nineteenth century, argued the dangers of a mass democracy in which a majority of the voters would have no stake in the country at all, had reason to be fearful. But the remedy is not to restrict the franchise to those who own property: it is to extend the ownership of property to the largest possible majority of those who have the vote. The widespread ownership of private property is crucial to the survival of freedom and democracy. It gives the citizen a vital sense of identification with the society of which he is a part. It gives him a stake in the future—and indeed, equally important, in the present. It creates a society with an inbuilt resistance to revolutionary change.
 * Maurice Macmillan Memorial Lecture (June 1985), quoted in The View from No. 11: Memoirs of a Tory Radical (London: Bantam, 1992), p. 206.

 * The acid test of monetary policy is its record in reducing inflation. Those who wish to join the debate about the intricacies of different measures of money and the implications they may have for the future are welcome to do so. But at the end of the day the position is clear and unambiguous. The inflation rate is judge and jury.
 * Mansion House Speech (17 October 1985), quoted in The View from No. 11: Memoirs of a Tory Radical (London: Bantam, 1992), pp. 480-481.

 * It is here that Britain's weakness lies. The plain fact is that labour costs per unit of output in British business and industry continue to rise faster than is consistent with low unemployment and faster than our principal competitors overseas. Productivity is, certainly rising quite rapidly, but pay is rising faster still. It is this—and not our alleged dependence on oil—that constitutes the Achilles' heel of the British economy.
 * Speech in the House of Commons (18 March 1986)

 * Nothing could be further from the truth than the claim that we have a choice between cutting tax and cutting unemployment, for the two go hand in hand. It is no accident that the two most successful economies in the world, both overall and specifically in terms of job creation—those of the United States and Japan—have the lowest level of tax as a proportion of GDP. Reductions in taxation motivate new businesses and improve incentives at work. They are a principal engine of the enterprise culture, on which our future prosperity and employment opportunities depend.
 * Speech in the House of Commons (18 March 1986)

 * It is worth recalling that during the 1960s, and again in the 1970s, Britain's growth rate was the lowest of all the major European economies. By contrast, during the 1980s, our growth rate has been the highest of all the major European economies. This greatly improved growth performance has been accompanied by falling inflation, which at 3½ per cent. in 1986 reached the lowest figure for almost 20 years.
 * Speech in the House of Commons (17 March 1987)

 * During the 1960s, and again in the 1970s, growth in manufacturing productivity in the United Kingdom was the lowest of all the seven major industrial countries in the world. During the 1980s, our annual rate of growth of output per head in manufacturing has been the highest of all the seven major industrial countries.
 * Speech in the House of Commons (17 March 1987)

 * But despite the undoubted success so far, there is still a barrier along Scotland's road to prosperity. That barrier is the pervasive presence of a hostile attitude to wealth creation, to the enterprise culture on which economic success in a free society depends. That is not to say there is no enterprise in Scotland: of course there is. Rather that it is frequently swamped by an overriding sense of dependence on the state. Large areas of Scottish life are sheltered from market forces, and exhibit the culture of dependence rather than that of enterprise.
 * Speech in Glasgow (23 November 1987), quoted in The Times (24 November 1987), p. 2. The Scottish Sun reported Lawson's speech under the headline ‘Will ye stop your snivelling Jock?’ (James Mitchell, Conservatives and the Union (1990), p. 113)

 * ...this Budget represents a continuation of the policies which we have pursued consistently for nearly nine years, and which we will continue to pursue—a continuation of the steps that we have taken in nine previous Budgets, and of the major reforms that we have introduced in other fields, too, all of them designed to encourage and reward enterprise and so to liberate the energies of the British people. The tax changes in this Budget consolidate Britain's move from a high-tax country to a low-tax country, at all levels. Since 1979, the top rate of income tax has been cut from 83 per cent. to 40 per cent. The basic rate has been cut from 33 per cent. to 25 per cent. The corporation tax rate has been cut from 52 per cent. to 35 per cent. The small companies' rate has been cut from 42 per cent. to 25 per cent., and the 15 per cent. additional tax on savings income has been abolished altogether.
 * Speech in the House of Commons (21 March 1988)

 * ...it is already clear that the policies that we have been pursuing have brought about a profound cultural change in this country. That, indeed, is what it is all about. For that cultural change is the only route to the economic success that we all wish to see, and which is no longer promise but reality. No longer do people accept that economic policy should be about regulating everyone's lives and imposing penal tax rates, in the illusion that that will benefit those on lower incomes. Instead, it is now widely recognised except on the Opposition Benches that one cannot make the poor rich by making the rich poor and that there are enormous benefits in getting the state off people's backs, in transferring decision-making from the state to the people. And it is now abundantly clear that giving greater freedom and greater incentives has removed the shackles that have held back Britain for so many years and has liberated a great surge in enterprise.
 * Speech in the House of Commons (21 March 1988)

 * The policy that we have been pursuing has already brought economic success. This country is now experiencing an economic miracle, comparable in significance to that previously enjoyed by West Germany and still enjoyed by Japan.
 * Speech in the House of Commons (21 March 1988)

 * We had to dispel the notion that the way to economic success lies through a sort of fiscal levitation. That was the abiding post-war delusion—that governments could spend and borrow their way to prosperity, and fine-tune the performance of the economy through something known pretentiously as demand management...It used to be an establishment nostrum that you need a budget deficit to get economic growth. That was the belief which lay behind the notorious letter by 364 economists in March 1981. We have given the lie to that, decisively. There can no longer be any argument about it. Everyone—or almost everyone—now accepts that the proper role of macro-economic policy is to keep downward pressure on inflation and to maintain a stable framework in which the private sector can expand.
 * Nigel Lawson, Tax Reform: The Government's Record (Conservative Political Centre, June 1988).

 * Our achievement...has been to show that you can build far greater, and far more lasting, prosperity by letting people co-operate in the freedom of the market place than by making them submit to the coercion of Government regulations and state bureaucracy. If you look around the world today, East and West, even in Soviet Russia and Communist China, you will see that lesson being taken to heart...The truth is that a prosperous world based on free and open markets is a world of co-operation and interdependence between the people of all nations. By contrast, a world of closed, State controlled economies is a world disposed towards confrontation and conflict.
 * Speech to the Conservative Party Conference (13 October, 1988).

 * The fears of recession in the aftermath of Black Monday have turned to fears of the economy racing ahead too fast, with inflation edging up and a substantial current account deficit...people understandably feel more confident about their future than they've done for decades, but as a result they have been borrowing more and saving less...coming on top of a massive income investment boom, it's all been just a bit too much of a good thing.
 * Speech to the Conservative Party Conference (13 October, 1988).

 * If I really believed in Friedman's economic theory, then I'd be quite satisfied to spend the rest of my life with a garden hose shoved down my throat, being filled with custard by representatives of the people of China.
 * Speech to the Conservative Party Conference (13 October, 1988).

 * Economic and monetary union...is incompatible with independent sovereign states with control over their own fiscal and monetary policies. It would be impossible...to have irrevocably fixed exchange rates while individual countries retained independent monetary policies...such a system could never have the credibility necessary to persuade the market that there was no risk of realignment. Thus EMU inevitably implies a single European currency, with monetary decisions...taken not by national Governments and/or central banks, but by a European Central Bank. Nor would individual countries be able to retain responsibility for fiscal policy. With a single European monetary policy there would need to be central control over the size of budget deficits and, particularly, over their financing. New European institutions would be required, to determine overall Community fiscal policy and agree the distribution of deficits between individual Member States...It is clear that Economic and Monetary Union implies nothing less than European Government...and political union: the United States of Europe. That is simply not on the agenda now, nor will it be for the foreseeable future.
 * Speech to the Royal Institute for International Affairs, Chatham House (25 January 1989), quoted in The View from No. 11: Memoirs of a Tory Radical (London: Bantam, 1992), p. 910.

Later life

 * To govern is to choose. To appear to be unable to choose is to appear to be unable to govern.
 * Quoted in the Daily Mail (London, 26 March 1991), as cited in The Columbia Dictionary of Quotations, ed. Robert Andrews, Columbia University Press (1993), p. 381

 * The National Health Service is the closest thing the English have to a religion, with those who practice in it regarding themselves as a priesthood.
 * The View from No. 11: Memoirs of a Tory Radical (London: Bantam, 1992), p. 613.

Quotes about Lawson

 * Nigel Lawson was certainly, in so far as anyone can be qualified in advance, the best qualified Chancellor of the postwar epoch. His memoirs are an outstanding record of life at the Treasury in the 1980s.
 * Edmund Dell, The Chancellors: A History of the Chancellors of the Exchequer, 1945–90 (London: HarperCollins, 1996), p. 491.

 * The combined efforts of Government policy since 1979 have been not to improve but substantially to worsen our competitive position. We have gone from a huge manufacturing surplus of £5.5 billion in 1980 to a 1986 third quarter deficit of £8 billion a year...Even with oil production continuing for some time, the current account has gone from a £3 billion surplus to a deficit predicted by the Chancellor of £1.5 billion...Sadly, the Government's great contribution, having refused to stimulate the economy by more respectable means, is a roaring consumer boom, which there is not the slightest chance of their moderating before an election. A roaring consumer boom does not, to any significant extent, mean more employment. In our competitive position, worsening under the Government, it means overwhelmingly higher imports, a still worse balance of payments position and a classic path to perdition. To have produced, after seven and a half years, the combination of total monetary muddle, a worsened competitive position, a widespread doubt in other countries as to how we are to pay our way in the future, a desperately vulnerable currency and the prospect of an unending plateau of the highest unemployment in a major country in the industrialised world is a unique achievement over which the Chancellor is an appropriate deputy acting presiding officer.
 * Roy Jenkins, Speech in the House of Commons (6 November 1986)

 * It was in the autumn of 1983...[that Lawson] replied, when I asked how he would wish to be remembered, that he would like to be seen as 'the British Erhard' – a reference to the man credited with the West German 'growth miracle' after the war.
 * William Keegan, Mr Lawson's Gamble (London: Hodder & Stoughton, 1989), p. 119.

 * Something always goes wrong when Nigel goes abroad.
 * Margaret Thatcher (September 1986), quoted in William Keegan, Mr Lawson's Gamble (London: Hodder & Stoughton, 1989), p. 188.

 * I made Nigel Lawson Chancellor of the Exchequer – an enormous and to most people unexpected promotion. Whatever quarrels we were to have later, if it comes to drawing up a list of Conservative – even Thatcherite – revolutionaries I would never deny Nigel a leading place on it. He has many qualities which I admire and some which I do not. He is imaginative, fearless and – on paper at least – eloquently persuasive. ... I had by now come to share Nigel's high opinion of himself.
 * Margaret Thatcher, The Downing Street Years (London: HarperCollins, 1993), pp. 308–309.

 * I also said, 'You're in a dreadful position with wages going up at 8.4 per cent or more and inflation only by 3.5 per cent. We're pricing ourselves out of all the markets'. He [Lawson] said, 'Yes but it's very good electorally', to which I said, 'Yes but that's not the right view to take in the long run for the country'.
 * Woodrow Wyatt's diary (9 December 1986), quoted in Sarah Curtis (ed.), The Journals of Woodrow Wyatt. Volume One (London: Pan, 1999), p. 242.

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