A remake of the 1969 Britcom. Jeff Randall and Marty Hopkirk are partners in a detective/security firm. When Marty is killed in a car accide...更多>
Jeff Randall: [about Stuart Boyle] Come shopping at Boyle's, the fat boys' superstore. Shopping at Boyle's, you'll get what you're looking for, there's so much fat to see and the parking is free.. Assassin: Turn around, Mrs Hurst. I want to see your face as you die. Jeannie: How would you like me? Contorted with fear? How about bravely defying it? Or maybe just... laughing. Assassin: What's so funny? Jeannie: The fact that Felia's about to shoot you in the arse. Assassin: I'm not falling for that one. Jeannie: [laughing] You should. Assassin: [gunshot] Aaah! Prof. Wyvern: Beware the idle tongue of wrath, that with malice makes thee scoff. If you thy chosen one deny, thy soul be risked, for all eterniteye. Marty Hopkirk: Eterniteye? Prof. Wyvern: You heard. Jeff Randall: [seeing Marty, transfigured] You're a horse with tits! Jeff Randall: So what are they doing down here? Petra Winters: Like you, they're the experts in their professions. Unlike you, their eyes don't keep flitting down to my arse. Marty Hopkirk: [after Jeff has interrogated Pomeroy] And what were you doing canoodling with Jeannie last night? Jeff Randall: [to Pomeroy] And what was I doing canoodling with Jeannie last night? Jeannie: Oh, the smell of gas is getting worse. Jeff Randall: I'm afraid that's partially down to me. Jeff Randall: Ah, Fire doors, Stuart, traditionally susceptible to assault by cricket bat. [the doors catch fire] Jeannie: My hero. Stuart Boyle: I thought you said... Jeff Randall: Oh, shut it, fatty!