Geraldine: Right, so just her first and last name then. Harry: Well… Geraldine: Come on Harry. You shouldn’t be marrying someone if you don’t even know their name. Harry: Well… obviously it’s… Geraldine… Geraldine: Geraldine… Harry: Granger. Geraldine: Grange… Pardon? Harry: Geraldine Granger… I’m asking you to marry me, Geraldine Granger.
Sarah: It all adds up: the dots, the AI, the air force, the chip… Derek: They’re nothing. Listen to yourself. First it’s the dots, then the AI, now it’s the chip. Whatever you’ve needed it to be, that’s what it is. You got played, it happens. Welcome to the human race.
Zaf: Where’s Jo? Ros: Death by mascara. It was horrible to watch. Ruth’s agonizing over the fact that there are no more horses in modern-day warfare and Adam’s on a course learning how to lift his knuckles off the ground. So, you’ll have to make do with me, I’m afraid. Zaf: Shouldn’t you be in prison or something? Ros: This is the something.
You know what you’ve done so far? You’ve just removed one of the best officers from his job, you’ve left the security services vulnerable to becoming state-controlled. If that makes you sleep safer in your bed at night, then well done. A good day’s work, I’d say.
Gisborne: You should have killed me when you had the chance. I’m gonna make you suffer before you die. Robin: Just like you’re suffering now? You can kill me a hundred times over, but the pain you’re feeling, the hatred, the self-loathing, that’s never going to go away! You’ll never hate me as much as you hate yourself!