What, in this weather, you must be joking. I wouldn’t send a dog out in this, would you? No, I’ll send Rodney out later on, see what he can do.[to Alex]
What, another one? Stone me, Del, you’ve been engaged more times than a switchboard.
What is the point? Alright, so say you can do it in four minutes, what is it going to prove. Knowing them, Russian rats, they’ll probably declare war in the middle of the rush hour.
What had they fitted him up with?[Roy Slater: Whilst in prison, I found Jesus!]
What do you mean, “alright”? They are so ugly that they even look alike.[to Mickey, about twin sisters]
What d’you think about poor old Mum then? Do you know that she was 39 when she fell for you? For the first three months of her pregnancy you were treated as an ulcer. And to this day I sometimes think the original diagnosis was correct.[to Rodney]
What a plonker![repeated line]
Well, you know me. I never talk about my days at sea.[to Del Boy and Rodney]
Well, you don’t want to take too much notice of these doctors, Arnie. They’ll say anything to get rid of you.[Arnie: Doctors gave me six months to live.]
Well, that’s a hell of a parting you’ve got there, son.[Jumbo Mills: You think I’m bald, don’t you? Well, I’m not.]
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.
