Brenda: Oh, hi Lilian! Gosh, it’s been a while.
[Looks over Justin]
No, I think I’ll let you keep this one.
Brenda: Oh, hi Lilian! Gosh, it’s been a while.
[Looks over Justin]
No, I think I’ll let you keep this one.
Brian: tell you what, Eddie, we’ve got a vacancy for a comic yokel to freeze to death at the gates of Ambridge Manor.
Brian: I’m sorry, Eddie, I know it’s an Ambridge tradition, but we decided to have no salmonella with our turkey this year.
It would be immeasurably better wiv an Sparrer as script editor. Make it so.
Rex: of course I love you. As a fri—
Kirsty: (launches herself at Rex)
Grams: splosh!
Kirsty: stop treading water!
Grams: glub glub
Joy: you must think I’m an interfering old woman…
Rex: no, I just think you’re living up to your name by sucking the joy from everyone you meet.
Scarlett: “He doesn’t like our downstairs neighbour who keeps reporting him.”
Harrison: “Hang on, the shout said the report came from the lady in the top flat.”
Scarlett: “That was before he threw her out of the window.”
“…and we’re going to send you to Yorkshire. You’ll need these dozen red roses and this t-shirt reading LANCASTER FOR ALL THE CUPS.”