Idézetek 7

Dr. Alfred Jones: We don't need native river fish. We'll be all right with farmed salmon.
Harriet: Oh.
Dr. Alfred Jones: I know, I, I don't much like them but, well they will run. I know it. Ah! Yes, Your Excellency. Er, despite our moral and philosophical objections, farmed salmon will run. I'm absolutely sure of it.
Sheikh Muhammed: You are tireless, Doctor. You have uncovered some new research? A new paper perhaps?
Dr. Alfred Jones: No, I just know it.
Sheikh Muhammed: You just know it. I see. Faith, Dr. Alfred?
Dr. Alfred Jones: Damn it, yes. All right then, faith.

Tom Price-Williams: For the last time Sugden there is absolutely no way I can get you these fish!
Bernard Sugden: Tom, this comes from the top. The very top.
Tom Price-Williams: I don't care if God's taken up fly fishing.
Bernard Sugden: Now I suggest you make this work Tom.
Tom Price-Williams: Is that a threat Sugden?
Bernard Sugden: These are difficult days Tom. Cuts. Cuts everywhere. I don't know. Is the Environment Agency a front line service?
Tom Price-Williams: [sighs] It is a threat.
Bernard Sugden: See it as an opportunity.

Harriet: Look, I'm not… I'm not coming into work, all right, because I need to stay here. I need to be here in case there's news. So, actually, anyone with a shred of understanding, or humanity, or simple feeling, who, frankly, wasn't suffering from some kind of Asperger's, would know that the last thing that I need is your bullying little phone call asking me to come into work so that you can update me on fish. You want to fill me in on fishing. Well, Dr. Jones, you can take your work and you can shove it up your unfeeling arse.
Dr. Alfred Jones: I didn't come here to talk to you about work.
Harriet: Then why are you here?
Dr. Alfred Jones: I made you a sandwich.