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.
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]
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]
What you got, a Wendy House?[Rodney says he and Mickey Pearce are starting small in the self-catering holiday trade]
She was a beautiful woman, a bit like Ginger Rodgers. Last time I saw her she looked more like Fred Astaire.[about Ada]
Paint fumes? When Corinne comes back in here, she’s gonna find her kettle’s been knackered, her kitchen’s been turned into a Turkish bath and she’s got a Kentucky Fried Canary at the bottom of the cage. And we’re gonna say paint fumes?[to Rodney]