He’s a Trotter. What more can you say about the man? A couple of years ago I went down the local library and read some ancient manuscripts written by the Elders of Peckham. Did you know, five hundred years ago this was a green and peaceful area? The old Earl of Peckham had a castle where the Kwik-Fit exhaust centre now stands. Flaxon-haired maidens used to dance round the village maypole of an evening. And then one fateful medievil day, the Trotter clan arrived in a stolen Zephyr. Before you knew it the flaxon-haired maidens were up the spout, the old Earl had been sold some hooky armour and someone nicked the maypole. A hundred years after that, the Black Death arrived in England. The people of Peckham thought their luck had changed.[to Mike]
Your dad always said that one day Del Boy would reach the top. There again, he used to say that one day Millwall would win the cup.
I know just the bloke. He had a family bereavement recently. He could do with a good laugh.[Del Boy: Listen, do you reckon you could get one of your mechanics to have a look at my van?]
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You’ve got to be very careful. I mean, Trig gets very emotional. He’s Italian on his dad’s friend’s side.
You’ve always been the same, even when you was at school. Nothing but books, learning, education. That’s why you’re no good at snooker.[to Rodney]
You wanna be a bit more careful about your health, son. In the last half hour, you’ve done so much boot-licking you could be going down with cherry blossom poisoning.[to Roy]