A cat burglar unwittingly uncovers a gang of drug smugglers.
- Doyle Martin Shaw
Cowley: [about London]
We're the bargain basement, Doyle. You can buy anything here.
Be nice to get eight hours sleep on the trot for once, wouldn't it? Not that you'd use it to sleep, of course.
Oh, I would. Nothing I like better than curling up in bed with a good book.
Glad to hear you've been spending your spare time so profitably, Doyle.
Breaking and entering!
Just entering. You don't have to break anything.
Oh, I know this place. They leave your hubcaps and take the car.
Good looking one, this. I bet the birds are just putty in your hands, aren't they?
Uh, well, that's more his department. [Looking towards Bodie]
Oh, no. I mean, you've got something. I spotted it right off, and I'm very fussy. You've got something.
Margery: [to Doyle]
Nice boys like you are hard to find. [Looks towards Bodie]
Louts are everywhere.
Margery: [to Bodie]
Pretty enough, yes, but you've got shifty eyes.
Well, we need a bit of help.
Oooh, I could help you, lover. Anything for you.
Margery: [about Doyle]
You just look after my boy. You hear me, Bodie?
Narrow squeak, lads. You save the car? [After Bodie and Doyle nearly get blown up]