Bullseye! (1990)
Roger Moore: Gerald Bradley-Smith, Sir John Bavistock
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Quotes
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Francesca : Why, Sir John!
Garald Bradley-Smith : Why not, Francesca?
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Garald Bradley-Smith : Here, have a forkful of mine.
[Gerald moves his fork towards Sidney's open mouth, put moves it back suddenly. Sidney looks annoyed]
Lipton : How bloody juvenile can you get?
[Gerald smiles at him while eating, with eyes wide open]
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Garald Bradley-Smith : [to the audience, after a gun blows off a plastic head] I've heard of losing your head over a women, but this...
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Garald Bradley-Smith : Look out!
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Willie : Now we've all arrived, let's get down to business.
Lipton : What business?
Willie : Things are tough, Sidney. I'm broke, widowed, and being thrown out of my home. I need my real frieinds.
Lipton : Then why is Gerald here?
Willie : Because I want you two to do a job.
Lipton : I'm not working with that double-crosser. He's put so many partners in jail they've named a wing after him,
Garald Bradley-Smith : You're no master criminal yourself.
Lipton : Yeah, well the closest thing you'll ever get to a brainstorm is a drizzle.
[Smiles]
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Lipton : Do you really think we look the same?
Inspector Grosse : You sure do! I'll bankroll the preparations. All the research is in here.
[Holds up folder]
Lipton : Hickler's got blue eyes, I haven't.
Garald Bradley-Smith : My one's quite handsome.
Lipton : You'll never look like him them.
[Gerald looks offended]
Lipton : Here, my one's got a funny nose.
Garald Bradley-Smith : You're the one with a funny nose.
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Alf : Sidney! Hey Sidney! Sidney, it's me Alf. We shared a prison cell.
Lipton : [Pretending to be Hickler] I think you made mistake, mister. My name is Hickler, Doctor Daniel Hickler.
Alf : But I owe you twenty quid, Sid boy.
Garald Bradley-Smith : I'll take that.
[takes banknote]
Lipton : You don't know me.
Alf : Geez, maybe you're right. Love the new nose Sid; the accent stinks.
Lipton : [In normal voice] I'm dead!
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Sir John Bavistock : Good, we missed the dinner.
Daniel Hicklar : Still time to impress the science groupies.
Sir John Bavistock : Let's wash our hands.
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Willie : Why the heck did you let Sidney go out the night before the scam?
Garald Bradley-Smith : Give him a break Willie. He hasn't had a women in three years.
[a pause]
Garald Bradley-Smith : Has he?
Willie : How should I know?
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Daniel Hicklar : Yay! Yay!
[Sir John dashes off]
Camera Operator : Hey, where's he going?
TV Interviewer : Sir John?
Daniel Hicklar : It works, it works!
Sir John Bavistock : Are you sure?
Daniel Hicklar : You bet you a*s! Let's have some champagne.
Sir John Bavistock : But you don't drink!
Daniel Hicklar : [Throws champagne bottle at wall] I give you, licence to print money.
Sir John Bavistock : Oh hu hu huh. No one else knows?
Daniel Hicklar : No one else knows. What do you reckon the secret to an endless supply of clean cheap energy is worth on the open market?
Sir John Bavistock : Money, money!
[Face lights up]
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Garald Bradley-Smith : Don't mess about! You'll never get away with it, Sidney!
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Garald Bradley-Smith : You've made me an offer I must refuse.
Italian Bidder : Never holiday in Sicily, my friend.
[Does symbol of disrespect and leaves]
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Lipton : We're thieves, not spies.
Garald Bradley-Smith : Thank you Sidney.
[Camera zooms out]
Garald Bradley-Smith : There goes our not guilty plea.
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Garald Bradley-Smith : Drive Tim, they're unto us.
[Car speeds away, leaving behind one of Gerald's crime partners]
Garald Bradley-Smith : Poor old Rodney. Hate to do this to him.
Tim : Ronald.
[Tim is admonishing]
Garald Bradley-Smith : Whoever.
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Sir John Bavistock : This is absolutely unbelievable!
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Lipton : We're in deadly danger!
Garald Bradley-Smith : You're in deadly danger. Bavistock has not escaped.
Lipton : You think you're so hard, don't you.
Garald Bradley-Smith : I'll let Francesca be the judge of that.
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Sir John Bavistock : Quiet supper at the club?
Daniel Hicklar : Yup.