Danny Hunter: Earl Grey tea bags.
Zoe Reynolds: What?
Danny Hunter: You didn't get any.
Zoe Reynolds: Why would I get *you* Earl Grey tea bags?
Danny Hunter: I like them.
Zoe Reynolds: Look, we have a flat share, okay? We are not married!
Danny Hunter: Is Earl Grey tea bags married?
Zoe Reynolds: Oh, yes!
Colin Wells: Didn't we bug this suite when Bill Clinton used it?
Malcolm Wynn-Jones: We did.
Colin Wells: Happy days!
Home Secretary: You know, back in my days as a student radical, our dreams were all about the glorious proletariat.
Harry Pearce: We've still got those dreams on file somewhere.
Tariq Masood: [confronting Calum] I've met a lot of people like you. Piss-takers. You go through life finding everything so easy you think it's all a joke.
Danny Hunter: [decides to sacrifice himself] You will never win. Acts of Hate often bring forth Acts of Love and so you will never win. In another World, you might be tied to this chair and I might be holding the gun. So I suppose you've been unlucky. But you will never win.
Al Qaeda Man: [infuriated, embarrassed] I'm... unlucky?
Fiona Carter: Danny, don't!
Danny Hunter: If I weren't tied to this chair, I would be up in your face, you Death-Worshipping Fascist!
Al Qaeda Man: And you know what my answer would be.
[Shoots Danny in the back of the head]
Harry Pearce: ...before he got religion - if world anarchy *is* a religion.
Jools Siviter: The great joy of an obo post is that the Powers That Be can't see how much you're drinking.
Harry Pearce: We're in a state of collective desperation here.
Jools Siviter: Little tinkering Tom here is responsible for this mess!
Jools Siviter: Lively on this side of the river, isn't it?
Adam Carter: I was just shoring up an asset.
Harry Pearce: Oh, is that what they're calling it these days?
Danny Hunter: I may not be able to do everything I want to do to you, but there is a lot I can do.
Egyptian Refugee: Suicides' a bit extreme even for an Aston Villa fan, don't you think?
"Nest of Angels" Radical: What?
Egyptian Refugee: Your shirt! It's Villa, right? Football. It's one of the finer things in life.
"Nest of Angels" Radical: The Mullah said that for a martyr Allah would intercede for 10 loved ones...
Egyptian Refugee: Well, what do you think? I think the only way we will see Paradise is if we build it here. Come on, you know it's true. You know it.
"Nest of Angels" Radical: [moves his hand]
Tom Quinn: He's going to go!
Jools Siviter: And you brought little terrier Tom along with you, what a nice surprise...
Jools Siviter: Are we going to have to come over the river and potty-train you people?
MOD Desk Officer: They're making a map of Secret Britain. They want the public to know just how much is being kept from them. I quite agree with them, actually.
Tom Quinn: And so you just handed it over! Without a thought that they might be working against us.
MOD Desk Officer: What's going to happen to me?
Danny Hunter: Bad things.
[Tom and Danny leave. The Desk Officer starts to tremble and puts his head in his hands]
Ros Myers: [comprehensively beats up a tail] Follow me again, and I'll get really cross.
Malcolm Wynn-Jones: He's done it!
[Smiles, then his face falls]
Adam Carter: [Having swerved the car into the middle of a deserted public square, Adam Carter leaps out. The bomb detonates. Adam Carter disappears into the fireball mid-run]
Tom Quinn: So how did it go?
[Harry is silent]
Tom Quinn: Oh, that's right, I forgot. I'm a Civilian, now!
Harry Pearce: ...You are.
Double Agent: You're so young! Too young to be wasting your life with this nonsense...
New Recruit: [Still typing away, close to the incriminating data] It's my duty.
Double Agent: [She garrottes him to death with a ring-wire]
Ruth Evershed: I was on an operation where a Conscience exploded. Five people died.
Lucas North: This job is a Machine that chews up good people and then spits them out!
Ros Myers: How old are you?
Crackhouse Girl: Why?
Ros Myers: You look like someone I knew.
Crackhouse Girl: It's not a nice feeling, is it?
CIA Man: So how much information do you have on this Shining Dawn?
Harry Pearce: About as much as you had on Al Qaeda when they were sunning themselves in Florida and learning how to fly.
New Recruit: We don't have to understand them, we just have to stop them.
Harry Pearce: Because of what we are, we have to watch each other, as much as that pains us.
Tom Quinn: [trying to talk someone out of getting himself shot by Special Forces] They want you to self-destruct!
Disillusioned Colonel: There's not a Soldier in Britain would shoot me!
Harry Pearce: Green light!
IRA Man: [offers handshake] We could have been friends in another life!
Tom Quinn: [declines] It'll just have to wait until then.
Ros Myers: I know you may find this hard to believe, but there are more important people in the World than your Boss.
Jo Portman: You journalists do it to make some point about morality, but we're just trying to make the World safer. And do you know how much we get paid to do all this running around in the dark? You don't wanna know.
Harry Pearce: [hunting a Rogue Agent] I didn't choose you for this mission because of your skills, but because you have absolutely nothing to lose.
Harry Pearce: [agitated, thinks the World is ending and that he has contracted a disease via a biological weapon] All things that are of any worth, think on those things...
Angela Wells: [holding up the Grid with a detonator] Things were better back when this Country was more Christian.
Tom Quinn: There are no medals for what we do. But what we do give is respect. And that you have. I know Agents twice your age who couldn't go through what you did.
Radicalising Mosque Informant: You said you'd keep me safe.
Tom Quinn: I'm so sorry.
Tom Quinn: We don't have anyone of your background.
Egyptian Refugee: Does that mean race?
Tom Quinn: Yes.
Egyptian Refugee: [examines Spykit] Is this necessary? This Chocolate Box James Bondery?
Egyptian Refugee: I found this in the Student Bookshop.
[gives Tom a Koran]
Angela Wells: Mind-reading 101: throw out enough guesses, eventually you'll get something right.
Danny Hunter: Any ideas?
Zoe Reynolds: We could stop selling arms to the regimes so these people stop escaping over here, but since that's not going to happen...
Note: [Character opens a Manila Envelope and finds photos of a hit] Are you happy with your wash?
Harry Pearce: Thanks for letting us have first bite at the rotten apple.
Harry Pearce: Colin, tell me something uplifting.
Colin Wells: It's looking to be the driest Autumn on record.
Harry Pearce: Do you want to be taken out and shot?
Danny Hunter: Everybody out! There is BLUE ASBESTOS in the Building!
Recruit: ...You're burning me?
Depressed Source: I miss my wife, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong about this.
Caption: Dolce et decorum est pro patria mori.
Ruth Evershed: [World is Ending] We should be with our Loved Ones! Even if that is just a Cat...
Egyptian Refugee: I will say it for your ear only. The fruit of the Zaqqum Tree shall be the sinners' food.
Ruth Evershed: Is that your wife? Be brave for her.
[burns off her wrist restraints with a steam iron]
CIA Man: What's an MI5 Pretty Boy got that I haven't?
Sarah Caulfield: I think you answered your own question.
Jools Siviter: [mobile rings]
Opera Patron: Will you turn that off, I mean, really!
Jools Siviter: Are you a Nazi, Madam? We're a rum lot, we Wagner fans. I personally bugger skinheads, so kindly do not tell me what I can and can't do.
Harry Pearce: [to a whole TV Studio Audience] Sign the Official Secrets Act.
Ros Myers: [gang surveillance] Adam, they are discussing your presence!
IRA Man: Don't you miss the days when he'd be Innocent until Proven Irish?