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?]
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]
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]
What you got, a Wendy House?[Rodney says he and Mickey Pearce are starting small in the self-catering holiday trade]