M：No, Harry. You are a dreamer, which is why I have to watch over you.
H：Oh, speak of the devil. Mr. Osnard!
A：How's my suit coming along then?
H：As soon as I put the shears into that alpaca, I said "Harry, this is gonna be something special."...
Marta's decent. She stood up when the rest of us were lying down.
She'd never budge.