- Rollo Briggs: I'll bet I could disappear and the police wouldn't find me. Or your paper with all its publicity.
- Norman: I'll take that bet for five hundred pounds. And I'll throw in a job at the Daily Sun, if I lose.
- Rollo Briggs: Save your bet, Dyson, I haven't got five hundred pounds.
- Norman: What have you got?
- Rollo Briggs: Just personality!
- Norman: That's a liability.
- Barman called George: Got the winning ticket in the Irish Sweep, Sir.
- Rollo Briggs: Swap that for a long, cool drink.
- Norman: You'll have your cool drink and a cool five hundred pounds, against your ticket. What do you say?
- Rollo Briggs: Double whisky, George!
- Barman called George: Yes, Sir.
- Norman: Well?
- Rollo Briggs: What conditions do you propose?
- Norman: You disappear for one month. London's barred. The rest of England's open to you. But your disappearance has got to be spectacular so that my paper can take hold of it and splash it. At the end of the month, you've got to turn up in this club without being caught. Well?
- Rollo Briggs: Cheerio!