- Doyle: I'm gonna ask Cowley for a rise.
- Bodie: That's *one* way of getting yourself killed. You know what you'll get, don't you?
- Doyle: No I don't. What will I get?
- Bodie: [bad German accent] Doyle, do you realise how difficult it is running zis organisation on a restricted budget?
- Doyle: That's fantastic! Can you do a German accent?
- Bodie: Anyway, failing that, he'll hang you - not by the neck, either. Of course, he might not even be in yet - it's only half-past seven.
- Doyle: No, he'll be here. Work mad, our Führer.
- [a colleague has visited the lads and asked how they are feeling after the explosion in the caravan]
- Bodie: [rubbing the bridge of his nose] There's a little bloke inside my head whistling a tune, and I think he's forgotten it!
- Doyle: Well, personally speaking, I'm worrying how being officially listed as dead is going to cock up my next pay rise!
- [cut to colleague]
- Doyle: I hope they don't cancel my pension!