Oh, hello Mr. Chin. No, no, Del’s gone out. I’m not sure. Where you gone to, Del?[on the phone]
Oh, come on, Roy. You didn’t lose your friends. You didn’t have any to lose in the first place.
Not just now, thank you, doctor.[Dr. Shaheed: Do you smoke, Mr. Trotter?]
No, Rodney, you’re wrong. You’re not just a lookout, you’re a bad lookout!
No, no, no, I never fancied myself.[Pauline Harris: You never married yourself, Del?]
No, I’ve never been in here before in my life, have I Mike?[Trudy: Do you come in this pub often?]
No, I’m ambiguous.[Vimmal Malik: I thought you were right-handed.]
No way, Pedro![repeated line]
Mum’ll be there. Because she’ll be wanting to see Rodney, her little wonder baby. She always used to call him that, you know, because she wondered how the hell he happened.[to Albert, about Heaven]
Mine is not to reason why, mine is but to sell and buy.
Michael Jackson’s got Bubbles, I’ve got Rodney.
Medals for road sweepers! Good God, they’ll be giving Del Boy an award for good taste next.[to Trigger]