Allen LeechQuotes

Tom Branson: [to Lucy Smith] Go forward in health and use your luck wisely.

Tom Branson: [about the Crawley family; [w:Tuppence|tuppence] They're decent, at the core.... And they're silly, too. And snobbish at times. And I wouldn't give ] for their politics. But I've learned to be happy with all of that. And, besides, they're my daughter's family.

Tom Branson: You can love people you disagree with.

Freddie Mercury: [calling Paul on the telephone] Paul.

Paul Prenter: Freddie?

Freddie Mercury: Sweetheart, I want to throw a party.

Paul Prenter: Okay, who do you want to invite?

Freddie Mercury: People! I want you to shake the freak tree and invite anyone who plops to the ground! Dwarfs and giants, magicians, Zulu tribesmen. contortionists, fire eaters, and priests. We're going to need to confess.

Ray Foster: [after listening to [[w:Bohemian Rhapsody|Bohemian Rhapsody; Freddie stops music reel] ]; groans] Christ. Well, I'm not entirely sure that's the album you promised us.

Freddie Mercury: No, it's better than the album we promised you. It's better than any album anyone's ever promised you, darling. It is a bloody masterpiece.

Ray Foster: [under his breath] Christ.

John Reid: It is a good album, Ray.

Roger Taylor: We prefer "masterpiece.

Ray Foster: It's expensive, and as for... Bohemian...

Brian May: [clears throat] Rhapsody.

Ray Foster: ...Rhapsody. What is that?

Freddie Mercury: It's an epic poem.

Ray Foster: It goes on forever; 6 bloody minutes.

Freddie Mercury: [Paul scoffs] I pity your wife if you think 6 minutes is forever. And you know what? We're going to release it as our single.

Ray Foster: [chortles] Not possible. Anything over three minutes, and the radio stations won't program it, period. And what on Earth is it about, anyway? "Scaramouche"? "Galileo"? And all that "Ismillah" business? "Ishmillah"?

Freddie Mercury: [pause] Bismillah.

Ray Foster: Oh, aye. Bismillah. What's it about anyway? Bloody Bismillah?

Freddie Mercury: True poetry is for the listener.

Brian May: It ruins the mystery if everything's explained.

Ray Foster: Seldom ruins sales. 3 minutes is the standard. John.

John Reid: Yeah, we need radio. Format is three minutes. I have to agree with Ray. I actually think the single's Love of my Life.

Brian May: No.

John Reid: Okay, how about John's song, You're My Best Friend? You know, "Ooh, you make me live." Catchy, stronger.

Ray Foster: What about I'm in Love with My Car?

Brian May: You're joking!

Roger Taylor: Huh.

Brian May: Oh, Jesus.

Ray Foster: [Freddie kicks Ray's desk; [Wayne's World|that's the kind of songs teenagers can crank up the volume in their car and bang their heads to.] I love it. Well, ] Bohemian Rhapsody will never be that song.

Brian May: It's the band's decision. Bohemian Rhapsody. That's it.

Ray Foster: You're My Best Friend. And it's my money.

Roger Taylor: Bo-Rhap. Period.

Freddie Mercury: [removes music reel] Or we walk.

Paul Prenter: [pauses; [w:MacArthur Park (song)|MacArthur Park] ] was 7 minutes long. It was a hit.

Ray Foster: Look, I'm not arguing with Bohemian whatever's...

Freddie Mercury: Rhapsody.

Ray Foster: ...musicianship, but there's no way in Hell the station will play a six minute quasi-operatic dirge, comprised of nonsense words! "Bismillah"? Bullshit! I paid for this record, so I say what goes!

Roger Taylor: Have we no legal recourse on this?

Jim "Miami" Beach: Ray, you did Dark Side of the Moon, haven't you?

Ray Foster: [nods] I did.

Jim "Miami" Beach: [to Roger Taylor; answering his question; shrugs] Yeah, I absolutely love that record. Uh, legally, no. No, he's got your balls in a vice. It's a different matter in a court of public opinion, of course. Ray Foster's a giant name in the music industry, but... to the average person. Say the name "Queen", on the other hand...ears prick up.

Ray Foster: [refusing to back down] We're going with You're My Best Friend. Done.

Freddie Mercury: [he puts his cigarette out on Ray's papers; leaves with the band] No, we know what we have, even if you don't. It's called Bohemian... ...Rhapsody. You will forever be known as the man who lost Queen.

John Reid: Temperamental artists, eh? They're well aware they're tied to a contract, but who knows what goes on inside the inscrutable mind of the recording artist?

Ray Foster: [brick is thrown through window] Mark these words. If they're not careful, by the end of the year, no one will know the name "Queen". Christ!

Freddie Mercury: [shouting] You can take that out of our royalties, twat!

Ray Foster: Wanker!

Brian May: You can shove your gold discs! You made a mistake, Foster!

Freddie Mercury: Arsehole!

Ray Foster: [shouting; to Paul; [w: Jimi Hendrix|Hendrix] You'll never have a gold disc, you medium talent! And to think, I worked with ].

Hugh Alexander: My God, you did it. You just defeated Nazism with a crossword puzzle.

John Cairncross: There are five people in the world who know the position of every ship in the Atlantic. They are all in this room.

Joan Clarke: Oh, good God.

Hugh Alexander: Oh, I don't think even He has the power that we do right now.

Joan Clarke: [getting closer to map] No. There's going to be an attack on a British passenger convoy. Right there.

John Cairncross: God, you're right. Those U-boats are only twenty, thirty minutes away.

Joan Clark: Civilians. Hundreds of them. We can save their lives.

John Cairncross: And knock out a whole German fleet in the process.

Hugh Alexander: I'll phone Denniston's office so that he can alert the Admiralty.

Alan Turing: No.

Joan Clarke: Do you think there's enough time to save them?

John Cairncross: There should be. If we can get a message to that convoy—

Hugh Alexander: [into phone] Commander Denniston's office please, it's urgent—

Alan Turing: [grabs and hangs up phone] No, no!

Hugh Alexander: What the hell are you doing?

Alan Turing: You-you can't call Denniston. You-you can't tell him about the attack.

Hugh Alexander: What are you talking about?

John Cairncross: We can have air support over that convoy in ten minutes.

Alan Turing: Let the U-boats sink the convoy.

John Cairncross: Look, it's been a big day, maybe you're suffering from—

Alan Turing: Oh, shut up—

Hugh Alexander: [tries to grab phone back] We don't have time—

Alan Turing: No!

Joan Clarke: Oh, Hugh! Hugh! Stop! That's enough!

John Cairncross: Stop, Hugh!

Peter Hilton: John, the attack is in minutes.

Joan Clarke: [rushes to Alan's side] Are you all right?

Alan Turing: [to Hugh] Yes, no, I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm fine. Do you know why people like violence, Hugh? It's because it feels good. Sometimes we can't do what feels good. We have to do what is logical.

John Cairncross: What's logical?

Alan Turing: The hardest time to lie is when the other person is expecting to be lied to.

Joan Clarke: [getting it] Oh, God.

John Cairncross: What?

Alan Turing: If someone's waiting for a lie, you can't just, uh, give them one.

Joan Clarke: Damn it, Alan's right.

Peter Hilton: What?

Alan Turing: What would the Germans think if we destroy their U-boats?

Peter Hilton: Nothing. They'll be dead.

John Cairncross: No. No, you can't be right.

Alan Turing: So our convoy suddenly veers off course... a squadron of our air bombers miraculously descends on the coordinates of the U-boats... what will the Germans think?

Hugh Alexander: The Germans will know that we have broken Enigma.

Joan Clarke: They'll stop all radio communications by midday, and they'll have changed the design of Enigma by the weekend.

Hugh Alexander: Yes.

Alan Turing: Two years work. Everything we've done here will all be for nothing.

John Cairncross: There are 500 people in that convoy. Women. Children. We're about to let them die.

Alan Turing: Our job isn't to save one passenger convoy, it is to win the war.

Hugh Alexander: Our job was to crack Enigma.

Alan Turing: Oh, we've done that. Now for the hard part. Keeping it a secret.

Peter Hilton: Carlisle.

Joan Clarke: What?

Peter Hilton: [points to the map] The convoy you're about to... it's, uh... The HMS Carlisle is one of the ships. We can't act on every piece of intelligence? So fine, we won't. Just this one.

Joan Clarke: Peter, what's the matter with you?

Peter: My brother's... well, he's on the Carlisle. A gunnery ensign.

Alan Turing: I'm... I'm so sorry.

Peter Hilton: Who the hell do you think you are? This is my brother. He's my big brother, alright, and you have a few minutes to call off his murder.

Alan Turing: We can't.

John Cairncross: He's right.

Peter Hilton: Alan. Joan. Hugh. John. Please, I... the Germans, they won't get suspicious just because we stopped one attack. No one will know. I'm asking you. As your friend. Please.

Alan Turing: I'm so sorry.

Peter Hilton: You're not God, Alan. You don't get to decide who lives and who dies.

Alan Turing: Yes, we do.

Peter Hilton: Why?

Alan Turing: Because no one else can.

John Cairncross: What's wrong?

Alan Turing: What if... what if I don't fancy being with Joan in that way?

John Cairncross: Because you're a homosexual? I suspected.

Alan Turing: Sh-should I tell her that I've had affairs with men?

John Cairncross: You know, in my admittedly limited experience, women tend to be a bit touchy about accidentally marrying homosexuals. Perhaps not spreading this information about might be in your best interest.

Alan Turing: I care for her, I truly do, but... I-I just don't know if I can pretend...

John Cairncross: You can't tell anyone, Alan. It's illegal. And Denniston is looking for any excuse he can to put you away.

Alan Turing: I know.

John Cairncross: This has to stay a secret.

John Cairncross: The boys, we're going to get some lunch.

John Cairncross: Alan?

Alan Turing: Yes?

John Cairncross: I said we're going to get some lunch.

John Cairncross: Alan?

Alan Turing: Yes?

John Cairncross: Can you hear me?

Alan Turing: Yes.

John Cairncross: [pause] I said we're off to get some lu- This is starting to get a little bit repetitive.

Alan Turing: What is?

John Cairncross: I had asked if you wanted to come have lunch with us.

Alan Turing: Uhm, no you didn't, you said you were going to get some lunch.

John Cairncross: Have I offended you in some way?

Alan Turing: Why would you think that?

John Cairncross: Would you like to come to lunch with us?

Alan Turing: What time's lunch time?

Hugh Alexander: [frustrated] Christ Alan, it's a bleeding sandwich.

Alan Turing: What is?

Hugh Alexander: Lunch.

Alan Turing: Oh, I don't like sandwiches.

John Cairncross: Never mind.