The Liquidator (1965)
Charlie Griffen: [Boysie Oakes is hiring Charlie Griffen to murder someone for him] Who do you have in mind? Mother in law?
'Boysie' Oakes: Aha your little joke, Mr. Griffen.
Charlie Griffen: It helps sir, it helps.
Colonel Mostyn: That Judas! The conceided, slippery, ungrateful, treacherous, strutting peacock! Overpaid, Over sexed and over there!
Martin, codename Fly: Your coffee, Sir.
Colonel Mostyn: Get out!
Colonel Mostyn: I would like to remind you that life is not all sex and sunlamps. You start serious training tomorrow. Early.
Colonel Mostyn: In case the blood is stiring in your lecherous veines let me tell you rule no one: spies are not allowed to meet with office birds after hours. Violations of this is punishable with up to ten years imprisonment.
Colonel Mostyn: If I may propose a toast to 'L'. 'L' is your official identification.
'Boysie' Oakes: 'L'. Does that stand for anything in particular?
Colonel Mostyn: 'L', I omited to tell you, stands for 'Liquidator'. Your a 'special' Special Agent. Your job is to kill for us.
'Boysie' Oakes: You sucked me into this you horrifying old monster!
Colonel Mostyn: Don't be ridiculous Boysie, you belong to this life. You could'nt do without it.
Iris MacIntosh: The mysterious Mr. Oakes. Codename 'L'. The Colonel keeps your file in the 'secret' Secret Draw.
'Boysie' Oakes: What a marvelous coincidence. Going my way?
Iris MacIntosh: Which way?
'Boysie' Oakes: Eh, my place for coffee. Well, we have nothing to do.
Iris MacIntosh: The invitation is just resistable tonight.
'Boysie' Oakes: But we may not have another night.
Iris MacIntosh: That's up to you, is'nt it, Boysie. Taxi!
Colonel Mostyn: Poor Francis Ann has gone to rest, safe at last on Abrahams breast Which may be rough for Francis Ann...
'Boysie' Oakes: But certainly sexy for Abraham.
Colonel Mostyn: Never dust a probe to deep if you know what I mean.
Colonel Mostyn: Were they together?
Martin, codename Fly: No sir, they did not even seem to know each other.
Colonel Mostyn: That bloody well proves it!
Iris MacIntosh: [expecting Boysie on the other line of the phone] Darling, where are you?
Colonel Mostyn: I'm in London, Mrs Oakes, and it's raining.
Iris MacIntosh: Oh, Colonel!
Colonel Mostyn: Yes, it's your old uncle Mostyn. How's 'hubbie'?
Bodelaire Sheriek: Your name is Brian Ian Oakes. You are known by a slightly rediculous and if you forgive me for saying so, but a rather effeminate nickname of 'Boysie'.
Bodelaire Sheriek: Now, I am asking you the question again: why are you here?
'Boysie' Oakes: Because you brought me here, you screaming old nit!
Bodelaire Sheriek: Yes, What do you want?
Chekhov: Bodelaire, I'm Chekhov.
Bodelaire Sheriek: Huh?
Chekhov: If only we could sell the house and go back to Moscow.
Bodelaire Sheriek: What are you talk... oh yes, yes of course, the password. Uhm, just a minute ehm... ah... life is just a bowl of cherry orchards? No?
Bodelaire Sheriek: Oh! well, of course: but first we must cut down the orchards.
Corale White: Wait a minute something's wrong: he left the key in the door!
'Boysie' Oakes: Camel Face has goofed!
Bodelaire Sheriek: Gregory, shoot him, but for God's sake miss him!
Bodelaire Sheriek: We should have stuck to thieving, you and I my dear, it was much more honest.
Quadrant: Bodelaire, I leave you with this one thought in mind: you pre-decease a very important person.
'Boysie' Oakes: [piloting an airplane] Just get me out of here, I'm scared sick!
Flying Instructor: Were all scared... from time to time.