Steven Connolly: Can I smoke, Miss?
Sheba Hart: You can do what you want, but enough of this 'Miss'.
Steven Connolly: [laughs] Were you a model once?
Sheba Hart: [shakes her head]
Steven Connolly: Well you should've been. You're a right fit.
Sheba Hart: Gosh but don't I know it.
Steven Connolly: [smiles] You're into The Streets?
Sheba Hart: Mmm, no, my daughter is.
Steven Connolly: She the same age as me?
Sheba Hart: None of your beezwax.
[grinning]
Steven Connolly: [laughs] Well, anyway, the point is - you're fit.
Sheba Hart: So are you.
Steven Connolly: You're right. My sister thinks I look like a board with measles.
[pause as Sheba smiles and watches him]
Sheba Hart: You've done my brain in.

Barbara Covett: When we met - had it already begun?
Sheba Hart: [pause] Yes.
Barbara Covett: Had you had any further elations that day?
Sheba Hart: We - we went to the art room.
Barbara Covett: Well I'm glad I was such an aphrodisiac, I was trying to help you

And then I realized my fury had blinded me. There was a magnificent opportunity here. With stealth, I might secure the prize long-term, forever in my debt. I could gain everything by doing nothing.

Barbara Covett

Sheba Hart: So that's your vicious father?
Steven Connolly: You wanted a sob story, I gave it to you. Made you feel like Bob Geldof.
Sheba Hart: You lied to me!
Steven Connolly: Ooooh, sorry, Miss! What, would you prefer it if I lived in a shithole?
Sheba Hart: And your mother?
Steven Connolly: I think she's gonna pull through. What do you want? What're you doin' here?

And Fatty Hodge pounced on her. A dubious double-act. The blonde... and the pig in knickers.

Barbara Covett

I couldn't possibly speak for Mrs. Hart but, instinct tells me she may not be your type.

Barbara Covett

Your boyfriend is younger than my boyfriend!

Polly Hart

Barbara Covett: Do you know much about wine?
Richard Hart: I know I like drinking it!

[first lines]
Silas: Stop now. Tell me where it is.
[removes hood]
Silas: You and your brethren possess what is not rightfully yours.
Jacques SauniËre: I don't know what you are talking about.
Silas: Is it a secret you will die for?
Jacques SauniËre: Please...
Silas: As you wish.
[cocks gun]

Silas: [to Sophie] Do not move, woman.
[to Teabing]
Silas: Cripple, put the box on the table.
Sir Leigh Teabing: What, this trifle? Perhaps we can make a financial arrangement.
Silas: Put the keystone on the table.
Sir Leigh Teabing: You will not succeed. Only the worthy can unlock the stone.
[Silas turns gun on Teabing, pulls hammer back]

Robert Langdon: It's an old wives' tale.
Sir Leigh Teabing: The original one, in fact!

What really matters is what you believe.

Robert Langdon

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