- Barbarossa: Three hundered for the lot; most of it's rubbish.
- Prosper: Eight.
- Barbarossa: Four.
- Prosper: Seven.
- Barbarossa: Four seven-five.
- Prosper: Six eight-seven and a half.
- Victor: I've tracked down many things in my time - suitcases, dogs, the occasional husband - but you're the first clients who've ever mislaid their children.
- Victor: I'm totally - utterly - convinced the boys are no longer in Venice.
- Esther Hartlieb: But... where have they gone?
- Victor: [randomly] Corfu.
- Prosper: [taking his letter] We may be young but we're not completely stupid.
- Barbarossa: Give that back! Before I tear you nasty little tongue out you...
- Bo: [slams his candy down] You can keep it because you shouted at Prosper! And anyway, it was yucky.
- Barbarossa: A client of mine is looking for someone who'll - shall we say - procure a certain item.
- Riccio: Well, if he's sick, why doesn't he go to the doctor?
- Barbarossa: [now a child] Look at what's happened to me! I'm a respected man!
- Scipio: Can I at least recommend a better tailor?
- Scipio: [about child Barbarossa] Sorry I had to bring him here, Ida. He's afraid of the dark. He didn't want to stay in his shop on his own.
- Victor: Can someone please explain what's going on here before I start drinking port for breakfast as well?
- Scipio: [to Victor, who is trying to re-adjust his fake beard] Everything ship-shape and Bristol-fashion with your *false-beard* there?