Michael Deeks: Swiftnick

Quotes 

• Swiftnick : [reading the writing on the wall]  His hands are weak, his bellies' large, his word ain't worth a button. A nasty, twisting, oily rogue, that human dungheap, Glutton.

  [all laugh] 

  Dick Turpin : There's the dog, immortalized in verse! Is there one about Spiker then?

  Swiftnick : Yeah, but not one I can say aloud.

  [Spiker stops laughing as Dick glances at the wall] 

  Dick Turpin : And it doesn't rhyme either.

• Dick Turpin : Well, to Bristol, or to London?

  Swiftnick : Toss a coin. Heads for Bristol, tails for London.

  Dick Turpin : And let the devil take the hine most!