Anthony Lockwood: Anything else we can help you with, Inspector Barnes?
Montagu Barnes: You've done enough. The bone glass will go to the furnaces. Winkman's off to prison. All in all, I'm a happy man.
Lucy Carlyle: You don't look it.
Montagu Barnes: Trust me. (points at his face) This is happy. Enjoy it while it lasts.
Ned Shaw: We should've run. You're gonna get us killed, Lockwood.
Anthony Lockwood: Pull yourselves together. You're elite Fittes agents, three of the best I've met. And I'm Anthony bloody Lockwood. Any one of us could see this lot off any day of the week. But all of us together? This will be a walk in the park.
Kat Godwin: This isn't a park, it's a graveyard.
Anthony Lockwood: Then let's bury them.
Lucy Carlyle: What are we doing this for? What does any of it mean if we end up stabbed or dead at the bottom of the Thames with nobody left to care? This doesn't feel like winning.
(Later at home...)
Anthony Lockwood: I'm sorry. You were right. I got totally carried away on this job. I was thoughtless and reckless. I just wanted to say, don't give up on us. Please. Or... what I really should say is... don't give up on me. To be honest, the bottom of the Thames used to be a far more appealing place to be. And really no one would have cared. But now...
Anthony Lockwood: Who are you? Are you Fittes?
The Golden Blade: I'm the iron in your sword. I'm the flame that keeps the furnaces burning.
Anthony Lockwood: Oh, shut up!
(They start to fight...)
The Golden Blade: Enthusiasm and technique.
Anthony Lockwood: Enough to put you in the ground, you pretentious prick.
Lucy Carlyle: Two hours ago, at that party, you were petrified at the thought of me leaving you. You made me believe that you, me, and George could be a family. But Lockwood & Co. can never be that, because at the center of it is you. And at the center of you is just a...
Anthony Lockwood: Is what? A cold, dead heart of stone?
Lucy Carlyle: Yeah, maybe. But who knows, though? 'Cause you don't actually show anyone.
Anthony Lockwood: Nothing good comes from letting people in. Everything ends and everyone leaves. When my time comes, I don't intend on leaving anyone behind who's gonna lie there every night wishing I would just walk through that door one more time.
Lucy Carlyle: Then you never should have let me in. Or George. Because now it's far too late.
Quill Kipps: Here are the terms. The loser quits and never works in this industry again. London will be a lot safer with three less amateurs stumbling around. Do we have a deal? What's the matter, Tony? Scared you'll lose?
George Karim: Oh, you're kidding me.
Anthony Lockwood (to Kipps): Enjoy your last case.
Lucy Carlyle: What the hell is he doing?
George Karim: Whatever the hell he wants.
Anthony Lockwood: The problem is, when you like the spotlight as much as I do, it's quite an adjustment to realize that the real reason you might be here is to shine it on somebody else.
Lucy Carlyle: You believe me.
Anthony Lockwood: I do. About everything.
Lucy Carlyle: Thanks. You know I don't actually want the spotlight, right?
Anthony Lockwood: I know. It's maddening.
Anthony Lockwood: I guarantee you we are the best agents in London. The only reason you haven't heard of us is because we don't do our work for applause or attention. No, we do our work discreetly and bespokely. Now, I am certain that no one knows this cemetery quite like you do. We will do nothing without a full consultation on what you have seen. And, Miss, you have clearly had a terrible experience, so please, take all the time you need, and when you and your team feel strong enough, you will have my undivided attention.
George Karim (to Lucy): If we ever really get famous, he'll be absolutely unbearable.