A romantic comedy about an Englishman brought in to help unmask a possible swindle. Personal and professional complications ensue.

Stanley: I can't forgive you, only God can forgive you.
Sophie: But you said there is no God.
Stanley: Precisely my point.
Stanley: When the heart rules the head, disaster follows.
Stanley: You're born, you commit no crime, and then you're sentenced to death.
Stanley: All my optimism was an illusion.
George: I had an interesting chat with Mr. Taplinger, as he's called. I'd say he has a classic neurotic personality disorder. Brilliant parents who didn't get along, closer to his aunt than his mother, obsessed with mortality, believes in nothing, finds life to have no meaning. Just a perfect depressive, with everything sublimated into his art, and he is quite an artist. He began as an escape artist. Interesting choice if anyone ever wanted to escape from reality. But, like Freud, he will not permit himself to be seduced by childish thoughts just because they're more comforting. Very unhappy man. I like him.
Stanley: I have irrational positive feelings for Sophie Baker.
Stanley: I came to say that for some inexplicable reason that defies common sense and human understanding, that I have, of late, experienced some small... quite small but discernible, inner stirrings regarding your smile.
Stanley: I view your behavior as a great man views the malicious mischief of... what shall we say, pygmy?