Cambridge Spies was a 2003 four-part BBC television drama concerning the lives of the Cambridge Five from 1934 to the defection of Guy Burgess and Donald Maclean to the Soviet Union.

y Burgess: I got beaten up by a keen theatergoer, Angleton. mes Jesus Angleton: Why? y Burgess: In England, when one is having a piss at the urinal, and eight urinals on either side of one are unoccupied, and a man comes in and doesn't choose to piss seven urinals away or even three urinals away but stands right bloody next to you, then it means something. And when, apropos of bugger-all, he starts up a bit of a chat about new writing in the theater, it means "Bugger me," frankly. But not here, it would seem. Apparently, in this appallingly friendly country, it means nothing of the kind. It means what it is: passing pleasantries in a public lavatory in the middle of the night.

y Burgess: Is it the uniforms, Givens? arlie Givens: Keep out of this. y Burgess: Rowing eights, rugby fifteens. Large groups of men wearing the same clothes. Is that the attraction? arlie Givens: Shut up. y Burgess: The best clothes are in Berlin, aren't they. Black boots, leather belts. Click your heels, Givens. Click, click, click. arlie Givens: I'm warning you, keep out of this. y Burgess: Keep out? But that's the whole point, isn't it. Not keeping out. arlie Givens: You're a bloody ponce. y Burgess: Hit me, go on. It's what you do, isn't it? Go on Givens, hit the bloody ponce.

y Burgess: Isn't he beautiful? His name is Julian Bell. He frightens me 'cause he burns so brightly. Bright, beautiful flames burn out.

m Philby: To the revolution!

m Philby: It's a simple, unavoidable choice, Donald. Communism or fascism. Everything in the middle has gone to sleep. To fight fascism you have to be a communist. Anything else is appeasement.

thony Blunt: Even when you're silent the noise is remarkable. y Burgess: Noise? thony Blunt: The noise of your heart pumping away on your sleeve. The cacophony of your gawp. y Burgess: Does it show that much?

y Burgess: Listen. Babies are dying in this country because they are not fed properly. Old men and women die alone and without dignity. Why? Because they're poor. That's all. Because they're poor. I hate it. I hate it with all my being and I would do anything to change it, anything. Personal feelings, small indignities, they have to put aside. It's hard. Sometimes it's very hard. But it has to be. And I know you feel the same.

thony Blunt: You kept your socks on. lian Bell: My Aunt Virginia gave them to me. They're hers. "Whatever you do, don't take the socks off. Not under any circumstances." thony Blunt: I'm in bed with Virginia Woolf's socks.

thony Blunt: Not in front of the socks, Julian.

y Burgess: My father died fucking my mother. I heard her calling, or bleating really. And I came into the room and for a horrible moment I thought I'd got it wrong and that her calls for help were in fact small bleats of pleasure. She's got a narrow range of expression, my mother. nald Maclean: Why are you telling me this? y Burgess: I had to roll him off. And I rolled him a bit too vigorously and he fell off my mother, off the bed and onto the floor and broke his arm. I mean he was dead, of course, so he didn't mind. But it made it a bit tricky with the coroner. My mother had to give evidence about how he died and she did it very well, of course. As only an English woman of decent heart and stout bosom can. Rising splendidly above the banal and the absurd. It's how I'd like to be remembered. nald Maclean: Rising above the banal and the absurd? y Burgess: As an English woman of stout heart and decent bosom.

nald Maclean: Hullo linda Maclean: Hi. You're English. nald Maclean: Does it show? [He gestures to his very British outfit] linda Maclean: You say hello with the letter U where the letter E oughta be. nald Maclean: Well, you're American. linda Maclean: You noticed. nald Maclean: You say hello with the letter I where the E and the L and the L and the O ought to be. [They both take a sip of drink] I hate America. linda Maclean: Are you gonna tell me why? nald Maclean: For the way you treat workers, the way you treat black people, the way you appropriate, mispronounce and generally mutilate perfectly good English words. Cigarette?

y Burgess: White picket fences! God bless America! White picket fences and apple pie! Shirley Temple! The Ku Klux Klan! Hiroshima! Nagasaki! The CIA! White socks, Bobby socks! Rednecks! God bless America! String up those niggers! Fry them communists! God bless America, land of the free!