Sir James: You've been through Gillam's papers?
Logan-Blake: Yes. I wish I had his secretary. Mine does the filing like a combine harvester.
Sir James: And you didn't find this? A requisition for three hundred sheets of photocopying paper? I see it means nothing to you. Poor dear Bobby. A tidy mind, meticulous to the last, accounting for everything. Tips to cloakroom attendants...and three hundred sheets of photocopying paper.
Logan-Blake: The private accounts. He copied them before he caught bellyache. Dear, sweet, cautious Robert. (beat) What pointed you at that?
Sir James: You, cuz. Because you're the sharp one, the one who we take out insurance against. Every private paper that has gone through that boardroom safe has been photocopied also by me. I'm not as bright as you, or Gillam was. I simply have the same regard for insuring my own skin and my overseas bank accounts.
— The Professionals, "Not A Very Civil Civil Servant"
