Mr Humphries: Is Mr Goldberg looking out for your interests, Mr Lucas? Mr Lucas: Oh, yes. I'm having your job when you're gone. Mrs Slocombe: I should have thought a young man like you would have set his sights on something higher. Mr Lucas: I have. When I tell them who's nicking all the staff at Grace Brothers, I'll have Mr Goldberg's job as well.
Miss Brahms: Is there any news? Mr Goldberg: I've sent everyone your photograph with a description of your experience. The only reply so far is a firm offer in beds. Three hundred pounds a week. I turned it down. Miss Brahms: What for? Mr Goldberg: The bed was in Cairo and you was on sale or return.
Mr Goldberg: Mr Humphries, you're not a militant trade unionist, are you? Mr Humphries: With suede shoes? I'd be laughed off the platform.
Mr Rumbold: If I hold my horses and do nothing, it might all blow over. Captain Peacock: If I may say so, sir, it takes an executive of your caliber to think of a solution like that.
Mr. Lucas says the machine that is handing out their paychecks is like a Dalek, an armored villain from the Doctor Who series.
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