Doctor Edward Armstrong : You ran me off the road!
Anthony Marston : Well I may have overtaken you, but my great-aunt drives with more zip, and if you can't control your car, you really shouldn't be behind the wheel.
Doctor Edward Armstrong : You little shit! You ran me off the road and then have the temerity to tell me it's my fault?
Judge Lawrence Wargrave : Please, gentlemen, there are ladies present.
Doctor Edward Armstrong : I'm sorry. It's been a long week.
Anthony Marston : Your right, a hand shake between gentlemen. Put it there Armstrong. Let's be pals.
Anthony Marston : They think they still mean something, but I doubt anyone would notice, or care, if one of them suddenly decided to... I'm going to be exceptionally charming to them.
Anthony Marston : What are they playing at, huh?
Anthony Marston : What the hell are they playing at, your pals, the Owens?
Philip Lombard : Calm down Marston, he doesn't even know them. He's not even Davis.
Detective Sergeant William Blore : I'm Blore. Detective Sergeant. How did you know?
Philip Lombard : Instinct.