I can't imagine your complaint, sir. You trespassed in my home and placed a nasty welt on the skull of a dear… — Dan Brown

The blind see what they want to see.

On the verge of unveiling one of history’s greatest secrets, and he troubles himself with a woman who has proven herself unworthy of the quest.

Robert: Leigh, you lie entirely too well.

Sir Leigh: Oxford Theatre Club. They still talk of my Julius Caesar. I'm certain nobody has ever performed the first scene of Act Three with more dedication.

Robert: I thought Caesar was dead in that scene.

Sir Leigh: Yes, but my toga tore open when I fell, and I had to lie on stage for half an hour with my todger hanging out. Even so, I never moved a muscle. I was brilliant, I tell you.