— But their sensor systems have detected an error in analyzing space radiation.
— Adam, I'm having lunch. Speak English.
— I'm sorry. You see, the Star Tracker system is...
— No. No more background radiation black holes or Mars robots. Lunchtime is for guy talk. Two guys talking about women, the weather and such. You got it?
– Most people knock. But then you’re not most people, I suppose. Kettle’s just boiled.
– Johann Sebastian would be appalled. May I?
– Please.
– You know when he was on his death bed, Bach, he heard his son at the piano playing one of his pieces. The boy stopped before he got to the end...
— ... and the dying man jumped out of his bed, ran straight to the piano and finished it.
– Couldn’t cope with an unfinished melody.
– Neither can you. That’s why you’ve come.
– But be honest: you’re just a tiny bit pleased.
– What, with the verdict?
– With me... back on the streets. Every fairytale needs a good old-fashioned villain. You need me, or you’re nothing. Because we’re just alike, you and I – except you’re boring. You’re on the side of the angels.
– Got to the jury, of course.
– I got into the Tower of London; you think I can’t worm my way into twelve hotel rooms?
– Cable network.
– Every hotel bedroom has a personalised TV screen...
“IF YOU WANT YOUR BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN TO STAY BEAUTIFUL THEN FOLLOW MY INSTRUCTIONS”
— ... and every person has their pressure point; someone that they want to protect from harm. Easy-peasy.
– So how’re you going to do it... burn me?
– Oh, that’s the problem – the final problem. Have you worked out what it is yet? What’s the final problem? I did tell you... but did you listen? How hard do you find it, having to say “I don’t know”?
– I dunno.
– Oh, that’s clever; that’s very clever; awfully clever. Speaking of clever, have you told your little friends yet?
– Told them what?
– Why I broke into all those places and never took anything.
– No.
– But you understand.
– Obviously.
– Off you go, then.
– You want me to tell you what you already know?
– No; I want you to prove that you know it.
– You didn’t take anything because you don’t need to.
– Good.
– You’ll never need to take anything ever again.
– Very good. Because...?
– Because nothing... nothing in the Bank of England, the Tower of London or Pentonville Prison could possibly match the value of the key that could get you into all three.
– I can open any door anywhere with a few tiny lines of computer code. No such thing as a private bank account now – they’re all mine. No such thing as secrecy – I own secrecy. Nuclear codes – I could blow up NATO in alphabetical order. In a world of locked rooms, the man with the key is king; and honey, you should see me in a crown.
– You were advertising all the way through the trial. You were showing the world what you can do.
– And you were helping. Big client list: rogue governments, intelligence communities... terrorist cells. They all want me. Suddenly, I’m Mr Sex.
– If you could break any bank, what do you care about the highest bidder?
– I don’t. I just like to watch them all competing. “Daddy loves me the best!” Aren’t ordinary people adorable? Well, you know: you’ve got John. I should get myself a live-in one.
– Why are you doing all of this?
– It’d be so funny.
– You don’t want money or power – not really. What is it all for?
– I want to solve the problem – our problem; the final problem. It’s gonna start very soon, – the fall. But don’t be scared. Falling’s just like flying, except there’s a more permanent destination.
– Never liked riddles.
– Learn to. Because I owe you a fall, Sherlock. I... owe... you.
I haven't spoken to my wife in years. I didn't want to interrupt her.
I like that part a lot. Having a chat when both of you know that one of you is going to die.
Siempre supe que es mejor
Cuando hay que hablar de dos
Empezar por uno mismo.
Lesson number four: know your audience. It's all about making a connection. That's the beauty of radio. Something goes on between you and the people out there. It's living and changing moment to moment. You can't see it, but you can feel it.
— I had something I wanted to tell you.
— Can I borrow... A male in your bedroom? And he's cute. Am I sleepwalking again?
— Miss Eliza Bennet. Let me persuade you to follow my example and take a turn about the room. It's so refreshing! [Elizabeth gets up and walks across the room with Caroline Bingley] Will you not join us, Mr. Darcy?
— That would defeat the object.
— What do you mean, sir? What can he mean?
[Elizabeth} — I think we would do better not to enquire.
— Nay, we insist on knowing your meaning, sir!
— That your figures are to best advantage when walking, and that I might best admire from my present position.
— Shocking! Abominable reply!