James Angleton: The British intelligence service works like a gentlemen's club: They look after each other because they wear the same tie.
Kim Philby: Do you think it is possible to love two people at the same time?
Melinda Maclean: I think it is possible to *be* two people at the same time.
Colonel Winter: Can't fathom a man giving it up for art.
Anthony Blunt: Never trust a man who looks down his nose at art. Although looking down your nose, I suppose you'd ravage your mustache, past which you can't see much at all.
Colonel Winter: Are you trying to be funny or are you insulting me?
Anthony Blunt: I'm insulting you. I had finished what I wanted to do in hush-hush. That's why I packed it in.
Colonel Winter: What do you mean? Finished what?
Colonel Winter: Passing the name of every single MI5 agent on to the Russians. Good to see you, Winter.
[pats the Colonel on the back and leaves]
Gen. Walter Bedell Smith: Why don't you cut the crap and give me the beef, Angleton?
Lord Halifax: Knowing what to sweep under the carpet is the art of diplomacy.
Anthony Blunt: You should get a coat.
Guy Burgess: I got this one.
Anthony Blunt: Channel crossings can be chilly. Samara is a cold place.
Guy Burgess: Not as cold as Cambridge. Remember, permanently the nineteenth of February.
James Angleton: He's gone! Maclean's gone. Guy has gone too, hasn't he?
Kim Philby: I don't know. How'd I know?
James Angleton: No, of course. You're *only* friends.
Kim Philby: Yes. Only friends.
Porter: [last lines]
Porter: [at Cambridge] How are you, Sir?
Anthony Blunt: All right.
Porter: And your lot?
Anthony Blunt: My lot?
Porter: Let me see now... Burgess, Maclean, Philby. Are they all gone on to great things?
Anthony Blunt: I don't know.
Porter: Lost touch?
Anthony Blunt: Yes, lost touch. All gone.
[turns away to leave, then looks back over his shoulder]
Anthony Blunt: Great things? Yes. Yes, they all went on to *great* things.