Carol: Well, you've done this enough times now so I don't need to tell you what to do.
Amy: Yeah, we're seasoned pros.
Carol: No, not yet you're not.
Pete: Well, he's forgotten more about undercover policing...
Carol: Don't try and be clever, Pete, it doesn't suit you.
Carol: And Pete's just your type.
Kay: Hung like a horse?
Carol: I've no idea but he's ever so willing.
Pete: Would you mind not talking about me as if I'm not in the room?
Kay: Like you're loyal to your girl - what's she called?
Kay: Anna... is she any good?
Pete: Yeah, she's brilliant. She's a laugh, we're mates like you're saying.
Kay: Yeah? You fucked her?
Pete: (laughing) 'Scuse me?
Kay: What? You haven't? God, all that unresolved sexual tension in the air, how'd you deal with it?
Kay: (to Carol) You should've been honest with us. (to Pete) Anna? Jesus, Anna?! Amy, you tossing little...
Pete: Come on, Kay!
Amy: (on Kay) What was she like? Kay.
Pete: She was cool. Yeah, she had some... interesting techniques.
Pete: Yeah, you know, ways of approaching the job!