Tim McInnerny credited as playing...
Max
- [who will get the last brownie?]
- Anna Scott: Wait, what about me?
- Max: Sorry, you think *you* deserve the brownie?
- Anna Scott: Well a shot at it at least huh?
- William: Well, you'll have to fight me for it, this is a very good brownie.
- Anna Scott: I've been on a diet every day since I was nineteen, which basically means I've been hungry for a decade. I've had a series of not nice boyfriends, one of whom hit me. Ah, and every time I get my heart broken, the newspapers splash it about as though it's entertainment. And it's taken two rather painful operations to get me looking like this.
- Honey: Really?
- Anna Scott: Really. And, one day not long from now, my looks will go, they will discover I can't act and I will become some sad middle-aged woman who looks a bit like someone who was famous for a while.
- Max: [long pause] Nah, nice try gorgeous, but you don't fool anyone.
- William: Pathetic effort to hog the brownie.
- Bella: Which way are you going?
- Max: Down Kensington Church Street, then Knightsbridge, then Hyde Park Corner.
- Bella: No, crazy, crazy. Go along Bayswater.
- Honey: That's right. Then Park Lane.
- Bernie: No, straight down to the Cromwell Road, then left.
- Max: [they continue arguing about the best routes to the Ritz, Max finally has enough and screeches to a halt] Stop right there! I will decide the route. All right?
- William: Sorry Max.
- Honey: Sorry Max.
- Max: James Bond never has to put up with this sort of shit.
- Keziah: No thanks, I'm a fruitarian.
- Max: I didn't realize that.
- William: And, ahm: what exactly is a fruitarian?
- Keziah: We believe that fruits and vegetables have feelings, so we think cooking is cruel. We only eat things that have already fallen off a tree or bush - that are, in fact, dead already.
- William: Oh, all right. Interesting stuff. So, these carrots...
- Keziah: Have been murdered, yes.
- William: Murdered? Poor carrots. How beastly!