- Miss Elliott: [answering the phone] Abbey nine seven double three...
- Rebecca Howard: Is there someone there called, Sebastian... oh... Sebastian someone?
- Miss Elliott: Mister Sebastian...
- Rebecca Howard: I met him in Oxford in the spring and he offered me a job
- Miss Elliott: Hold on
- Sebastian: [to Sebastian] A girl who says you offered her a job... in the spring
- Sebastian: In the spring?
- Miss Elliott: At Oxford
- Sebastian: Ah! Licence number 66-0-F-Y-H
- [he picks up the handset]
- Sebastian: Let me smother you in jewels and furs; let me whisk you to Monte in my Mercedes...
- Rebecca Howard: What?
- Sebastian: ...Let me teach you the meaning of desire
- Rebecca Howard: Sounds a bit old-fashioned to me
- Sebastian: Yeah, well it is rather an old-fashioned business
- Rebecca Howard: What do you do?
- Sebastian: [to Miss Elliott] what do we do?
- Miss Elliott: [picks up handset] This is Mister Sebastian's personal assistant. We are a more-or-less sane and respectable department of the Civil Service, appearances notwithstanding. Would you like me to arrange an interview?
- Rebecca Howard: Civil Service? Good God! No thank you very much
- Miss Elliott: [to Sebastian] Well, you've lost her. Is she any good?
- Sebastian: Don't know. Can't tell.
- Miss Elliott: You've been doing rather a lot of this stuff recently
- Sebastian: A lot of what stuff?
- Miss Elliott: Gaily irresponsible stuff. This fart-arsing about. It's time you took a proper holiday
- Gen. Phillips: My function as Director of Security is to eliminate trust. Whenever it's an avoidable hazard.
- Sebastian: Generally speaking I consider my private life to be my own concern.
- Head of Intelligence: Well, yes - of course it is. But then again of course it isn't.