Tinker Dill: [In a cautionary tone] Don't let a whiff of buried treasure and a pretty ankle turn your heads.
Policeman: [Referring to the critically injured Marek] Reckon he had enemies?
Lovejoy: Only the Luftwaffe.
Karel Redl: [to Lovejoy] It's reassuring you put greed before honour.
Eric Catchpole: [Referring to his old girlfriend] That'll put a wrinkle in her knickers.
Lovejoy: Doesn't strike me as the sort of girl who wears them.