- Maurice Horton: So what's the form then? Do I pay you now?
- Caroline Wright: You don't carry that sort of cash around, do you?
- Maurice Horton: What sort of cash are we talking about?
- Caroline Wright: Well, how much do you think it's worth?
- Maurice Horton: It's all new to me.
- [picks up his wallet]
- Maurice Horton: Uhm, sixty? Eighty? A hundred?
- Caroline Wright: Okay, a hundred. A hundred thousand is about right.
- Maurice Horton: A hundred thousand? No, no. I was talking about Pounds.
- Caroline Wright: Well, so am I. A hundred thousand Pounds.
- Maurice Horton: What?
- Caroline Wright: You deaf as well as debauched? Watch my mouth. One hundred thousand Pounds.
- Maurice Horton: [incredulous] A hundred thousand Pounds for a bit of rumpy bumpy?
- Maurice Horton: [Horton has just paid 210,000,000 lira, the equivalent of 100,000 pounds, to Caroline for the Villa Romano] Just so you know, it bloody well wasn't worth it!
- Caroline Wright: [Slyly] Don't worry, neither is this house.
- Maurice Horton: One hundred thousand pounds for a villa in Venice. How could I lose?
- Maurice Horton: [Horton has agreed to pay Caroline the asking price] But it had better be some special hanky-panky.
- Caroline Wright: Wait a minute, you're only going to agree to pay me in cash, if I have *SEX WITH YOU*?
- Maurice Horton: Well, yes.
- Caroline Wright: [angry] Why you disgusting, slimy, debauched......
- [seeing a speedboat pass by]
- Caroline Wright: [angrily] Oh, all right!
- [Patricia has Maurice, Rosemary and Caroline at gunpoint]
- Rosemary Horton: He's her to buy this villa for us.
- Patricia Fulford: [angrily] Bollocks! HE came here for MEDI-DATE!
- Rosemary Horton: Medi-what?
- Patricia Fulford: Medi-DATE! Look it up, sister!
- [some time later]
- Rosemary Horton: What's Medi-Date?
- Maurice Horton: Um, gobbledygook, dear. The poor woman's clearly off her rocker.
- [Scarpa is about to torture Orton]
- Melvyn Orton: No, wait! There's a man staying at my hotel whose name is Horton!
- Scarpa: And what's your name?
- Melvyn Orton: ORTON! Orton with no 'H'!
- Scarpa: Orton with no balls if you lie to me!
- Scarpa: When this Horton dies, and he WILL DIE! You will know who did it. Now there are two ways to guarantee silence. Numero uno, we kill *you*! Silence guaranteed!
- Melvyn Orton: And what's numero duo duweee...
- Scarpa: DUE!
- Melvyn Orton: Due?
- Scarpa: *You* kill *him*. We'll pay you handsomely. You see, we are not so unreasonable.