Girl: Oh!
AW: (After he's interrupted Napoleon and a secretary) The Thrush Octopus makes few enough mistakes as it is and that machine once it's operative could make it more or less infallible. Would you get me the Oliver file Miss er Sugarpie?
***
IK: The job is done and so am I. I'm sunburned, blistered, grimy and very, very hungry.
NS: Fine. I'm glad I don't have to take you out in public anywhere. Now get that disreputable looking body out of here post haste.
***
NS: Hey filthy can't you do anything right? You're supposed to be halfway home by now.
IK: Me? Is it me that got himself tied up like a helpless child?
NS: No, but it's you who blew up the wrong computer though.
IK: What?
NS: The real ones right here in the house.
IK: Oh that's what it was. How awkward.
***
NS: Oh Salty my love the first evening we're back in New York is going to rival a night on Olympus.
Both (NS and IK): The wine, the warmth and us.
IK: Oh not you. I thought you would be more special than the rest of them.
Salty: The rest of them?
IK: The rest of them.
NS: Yes you see he has kind of an odd... you see sometimes...
Salty: Napoleon Solo...
