The Tailor of Panama

Louisa: "Tell me about this Andy Osnard."
Harry: "He's become a sort of a pal. As such."
Louisa: "I used to be your pal. As such."

[taking measurements]
Harry Pendel: "A very creditable 34 plus, sir."
Andy Osnard: "Plus what?"
Harry Pendel: "Plus lunch, put it that way, sir."

Louisa Pendel: "What is all this bullshit about Abraxas and Delgado?"
Andy Osnard: "Don't worry about it. It's crap. It's all a game."

Harry Pendel: "You press me too hard, Andy."
Andy Osnard: "Sweetheart, you haven't even felt me yet."

"Look at those tits. Yum-yum."

Andy: "Don't you ever feel like breaking out... running wild? Just for the badness?"
Louisa: "Never. Harry is my virtue. Without him I'd be..."
Andy: "You'd be like Harry without Arthur Braithwaite."

"Come on, let's dance. Camp it up a bit. Come on. I'll lead."

Harry: "So we have to stop all this, you hear? Mickie knew nothing about it. You know and I know, I made it all up."
Andy: "Oh, it's too late for that, old boy. Out of our hands. A case of life imitating art."