Not just now, thank you, doctor.[Dr. Shaheed: Do you smoke, Mr. Trotter?]
No, Rodney, you’re wrong. You’re not just a lookout, you’re a bad lookout!
No, no, no, I never fancied myself.[Pauline Harris: You never married yourself, Del?]
No, I’ve never been in here before in my life, have I Mike?[Trudy: Do you come in this pub often?]
No, I’m ambiguous.[Vimmal Malik: I thought you were right-handed.]
No way, Pedro![repeated line]
Mum’ll be there. Because she’ll be wanting to see Rodney, her little wonder baby. She always used to call him that, you know, because she wondered how the hell he happened.[to Albert, about Heaven]
Mine is not to reason why, mine is but to sell and buy.
Michael Jackson’s got Bubbles, I’ve got Rodney.
Marlene will never divorce Boycie. She hates him too much.
Let me remind you Rodney that you were a six-year-old little nipper when God smiled on Mum and made her die. Two months after that Dad packed his bags and left us to fend for ourselves. It was me that kept us together, nothing to do with Grandad. He was an out of work lamplighter waiting for gas to make a comeback.
Leave it out, Mickey. I can always tell when you’re lying. Your lips move.