Quotes
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Harry Pearce : [over dinner with Ruth] Paris.
Ruth Evershed : New York.
Harry Pearce : Paris.
Ruth Evershed : [scoffs] Where's your spirit of Atlanticism?
Harry Pearce : Where's your spirit of romance?
[pauses]
Harry Pearce : I often dream about a big trip. The grand tour of all the great capitals of Europe. Paris, Madrid, Rome, Berlin. Visiting the museums, walking in the streets, sitting in cafes.
Ruth Evershed : Do some people-watching without a backup team and a surveillance van?
Harry Pearce : [chuckles] That would be something. Or course it's not a trip to do alone.
Ruth Evershed : Did you have a particular companion in mind?
Harry Pearce : Well, it would have to be somebody, uh, whose conversation you enjoyed, yet who understood the need sometimes for quiet. Somebody with a gentle sense of humour. Principled, but not foolish or naive.
Ruth Evershed : Good qualities.
Harry Pearce : You don't often find them in one person.
[Ruth looks down, fiddling with her napkin. Harry refills their wine glasses]
Harry Pearce : White Burgundy. Thermobaric bombs.
Ruth Evershed : [sighing] Quite a species, aren't we?
