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]
He’s cool, I like it. I tell you, if he wasn’t so white I’d swear he was black.[to Del Boy, about Rodney]
He collects informers the way other people collect stamps.[about Roy]
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]
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.
No, Rodney, you’re wrong. You’re not just a lookout, you’re a bad lookout!
You want to see what it’s like up there in the early hours, Grandad. It’s like the end of the world. It’s full of drug addicts, glue sniffers, winos. Do you know what, if a nightingale sang now in Berkeley Square, someone would eat it.
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What do you mean, “alright”? They are so ugly that they even look alike.[to Mickey, about twin sisters]
Oh, come on, Roy. You didn’t lose your friends. You didn’t have any to lose in the first place.
Leave it out, Del, she’s an intelligent woman.[to Del Boy, about possibility that Miranda fancies Del]
I’m not concerned with what Miss Mackenzie thinks, I’m only concerned with Grandad. I mean, look at him. His brain went years ago. Now his legs have gone. There’s only the middle bit of him left.[to Rodney]