- Lance: Listen... I've never admitted this to anyone but... I really won the lottery the day Maggie left me.
- Sophie: Right. You mean what? You didn't realise at the time but actually it was the best thing that could have happened?
- Lance: Pardon?
- Sophie: You mean that, it was a good thing?
- Lance: What was?
- Sophie: Maggie leaving you.
- Lance: Eh?
- Sophie: What did you mean then, "I won the lottery"?
- Lance: I won the lottery the day Maggie left me.
- Sophie: Sorry, what do you mean?
- Lance: What part of "I won the lottery" don't you understand?
- Sophie: You won the lottery?
- Lance: Yes.
- Sophie: The national lottery?
- Lance: Yes.
- Sophie: How much?
- Lance: Three hundred grand.
- Sophie: Shut up!
- Lance: Do you know how often we find gold? Never. We never find it. That's what we're looking for. We don't say that; we don't say we're looking for gold; we pretend we're happy, y'know, finding buckles and buttons and crap, but what we're hoping for is gold. Find one piece of gold - something that's been held by a Saxon, or Roman, or one of the other ancient peoples that once roamed this land before us.