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[talking about Tom Irwin]
Headmaster: He comes highly-recommended.
Mrs. Lintott: So did Anne of Cleves.
Headmaster: Who? He's up-to-the-minute, more "now".
Mrs. Lintott: [dryly] Now? I thought history was "then".
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[Dakin is groping Fiona, using World War I as a metaphor for his "assault" on her body. He moves his hand up her thighs but she pushes it away]
Dakin: What's the matter?
Fiona: No-man's land.
Dakin: Ah, fuck. What do I do with this?
[he points to his erection]
Fiona: Carry out a controlled explosion?
Clive Merrison
Extended Reading
