Lord Fordingham: Heaven knows where my horses are, I've had to tramp through a quagmire to find this filthy hovel.
Dick Turpin: See, me and my partner, we're what you call sort of anglers, you follow me?
Lord Fordingham: No, I don't follow you, sir.
Dick Turpin: Well, my lord, we're Thief-takers, aren't we?
Swiftnick: Oh, yeah, none better!
Dick Turpin: And I'll warrant you, we'll earn your 500 guineas, my lord.
Lord Fordingham: Oh, well I must say you seem uncommonly sure of yourselves, Mr...
Dick Turpin: Ehm, Snare, yeah, Jeremiah Snare. And this is my partner, Mr. Handy.
Lord Fordingham: You impudent knave, you've been outtricked. This is Jeremiah Snare and his partner Jonathon Handy.
Dick Turpin: [to Spiker] A bold plan, Turpin.
Captain Nathan Spiker: I'm not Turpin, you are! Od's blood, I tell you, I'm Nathan Spiker!
Dick Turpin: You can shout as much as you like, you're still Turpin when you've done ranting.