What’s that you’re reading? It’s another dirty book I suppose, is it? Honestly you’ve got a mind like a plain brown envelope. I’ll have a look at that when you’re finished.[to Rodney]
What, me buy a house? No, no, couldn’t do that. Couldn’t do that. Don’t you see that as soon as I put my signature on a document, the authorities are gonna know that I’m alive.[to Pauline]
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 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]
We don’t pay VAT, we don’t pay income tax or national insurance. On the other hand, we don’t claim dole money, social security, supplementary benefit, do we? The government don’t give us nothing, so we don’t give the government nothing.
Oh, me depressed? No, of course not Del. I’m on top of the world, I feel like a born again eunuch.
No, no, no, I never fancied myself.[Pauline Harris: You never married yourself, Del?]
No, I’m ambiguous.[Vimmal Malik: I thought you were right-handed.]
Mine is not to reason why, mine is but to sell and buy.
Let me remind you Rodney that you were a six-year-old little nipper when God smiled on Mum and made her die. Two months after that Dad packed his bags and left us to fend for ourselves. It was me that kept us together, nothing to do with Grandad. He was an out of work lamplighter waiting for gas to make a comeback.
It’s so long since Rodney had a bit on the side, he didn’t know they’d moved it.
