Red Claw: Londoners, your ancient city may pride itself on having survived plagues, fires, even the Blitz, but unless five billion pounds are delivered to me by midnight tonight, there will be nothing left to survive. We have Blairquhan Castle and its missile installation, and the codes to operate the missiles. You have one hour. Otherwise, I'll be forced to plant this warhead in the middle of Trafalgar Square, and if I do that, well... (chuckles) God save the Queen.
(Alfred breaks a chair over a thug's head)
Robin: And here all I thought you dusted was furniture.
Alfred: A Louis Quinze; what a pity.
Red Claw: I’ve wasted enough courtesy on you two!
Frederick: Courtesy? None than I have seen... (Red Claw slaps him)
Dick: What would we do without you, Alfred?
Alfred: I shudder to think!