You must have spent a third of your life standing in front of mirrors. My earliest childhood recollection is of you standing in front of a mirror. Up until I was four I thought you was twins.[to Del Boy]
Yeah? One more and she keeps the match ball.[Del Boy: Ain’t that a shame, Rodney? You know, she’s had two husbands die on her.]
Yeah, we had a car like that once.[Mr. Ram: If I got into my car at 9:00 in the morning, it would take me up to 2 in the afternoon to drive around my land.]
Whatever the subject is, Mum had something to say about it on her deathbed. She must have spent her final few hours in this mortal realm doing nothing but rabbiting![to Del Boy]
Well, look at the way you’re dressed to begin with. You make Christmas tree look sombre. And God knows how you’ve got the courage to walk down dark alleys wearing all that gold. When they see you coming you must look like a mugger’s pension scheme.[to Del Boy, about his dressing]
Well, I can’t wait to fill in my next passport application form. Mother’s name: Joan Mavis Trotter. Father’s name: Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass.