— Where's Nick?
— I don't know. He was supposed to meet me here. He never showed up.
— How'd you get in?
— Door was open.
— Door was open?
— Yeah.
— Open or unlocked?
— I don't remember.
— But you said open.
— Could've been. Hey, what was your name again?
— Lindsey. I live across the hall. I came over to borrow a cup of sugar.
— Where's your cup?
— I said I came over to borrow a cup of sugar. If I'd brought a cup, then I would've said I came over to borrow sugar.
— Touché.
— How many more are there?
— Twelve.
— Twelve?
— Twelve.
— There'll be more. So... who do I have to fuck to get off this boat?
— I can get you off. Maybe not the boat but...
Dad: Kieran's a good man. If he intends to make an honest woman of you, he has my permission.
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Gemma: Look, I know this place may not look like much and I know you'd prefer better for me and I know that comes from a good place, but I am proud of what I've got. What I've made. What I'm making.
Kieran won't propose to me because he respects the fact that I think that marriage is bullshit. But if he ever did, the only permission he'd require is mine.
— Mr Mosely is open to suggestion regarding who he can rely on to offer him support in London.
— Well, I would suggest the most competent organiser of men in the south... is Alfie Solomons.
— He's dead. And he's Jewish! And I'd say as far as our boss is concerned, him being dead would be less of an obstacle than him being Jewish.
— I was wrong. You're funny.
— I'm so funny I'm ready to take you on a one month trial.
Sure, we could go out on another date and another date after that and more dates after that, but life is short and getting shorter, and I want to spend whatever time I have left with you. When we are together, it feels like we are speeding down the PCH in a Duesenberg, 12 cylinders with 400 cc's and turbo boosts and picnic basket in the back with baguettes and Gruyere and prosciutto and Chateauneuf-du-Pape, and you are sitting next to me, wind in your hair, and you are laughing that laugh, and the sun, and the ocean. And it just feels like we can go forever.
— My apologies, miss.
— Captain Barbossa, I am here to negotiate the cessation of hostilities against Port Royal.
— There were a lot of long words in there, miss. We're nought but humble pirates. What is it that you want?
— I want you to leave and never come back.
— I'm disinclined to acquiesce to your request. Means no.
— Tommy, Tommy, sweetheart... why would a man whose medals rust at the bottom of the Saltley canal want to help the British military?
— Because I've been offered three five-year contracts to supply military vehicles to the British forces in India, Ceylon, Singapore and Burma, total value — 2 million pounds.
— And there'll be no strikes in your factory because Jessie Eden will be in your bed. Tommy, this can only happen if you're still alive.
— I'm planning on staying live. If I'm dead, you can all go back to being what you were. The British Army came to me, Ada. I said, "Why not?"
— They'll put that on your grave, Tom. 'Tommy Shelby — "Why not?"'
— She said you actually proposed to her.
— Well, I didn't. I didn't propose. Unless... Did I? I haven't slept in 40 hours and... It does sound like something I would do.
Episode 5
— Tess, will you marry me?
— Maybe.
— That's an answer?
— You want another answer, ask another girl.
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