Bottom dating episode
Er, theres also a sausage, but it appears to have already been digested...twice.
there is some yoghurt, but if you want to eat you're gonna have to shave it first.
Oh, and by the way, I am the Duke of Kiddiminster and extremely rich!
Why do I always have to do every-- we're gonna to starve to death now. And when she arrives you've got to take her coat, curtsey, and say "Charming evening, Ma-a-am" Eddie: "Why have I got to say Ma-a-a-am?
oh God, you can't say anything without some dreadful double entendre lurking around the corner!
Not so much a hint, more a Party Political Broadcast.
And you'll spend the rest of your life wandering around on all fours looking for the light switch. And then at closing time they give him a wage packet. Richie: [looking disgusted] And they let children play this, you say? Richie: Well, it's the season of goodwill and peace on Earth, so I thought I'd chop both its feet off, rip out its innards, strip it, shove an onion up its arse and bung it in a very hot place for four hours until its completely burnt.
If you don't shut up and let me watch "Miss World" I'm going to stuff your head up your bum. My main castles are scattered all over the place, you know, ‘cause I never know where I’m going to be… bloody fox hunts go on for ever these days, don’t you find? Start off in “Burke—shire”, end up in, ah, eh eh, Twat—shire! And apparently, if a prawn goes all the way he turns into a queen!
" Eddie: "Well, are you sure Wellington put them all back when he'd finished?
I know you'll be feeling terribly guilty but don't blame yourself, although it really is your fault. Well not even a good one, any old one would have done; slap a wig on a 'Speak your Weight' machine, he'd have been happy. [Plays some keys on Richie's electric organ] Well, this ought to fetch a few quid. And there is something I have been meaning to say to you for the last twenty-five years.
Eddie: "Dear Eddie, by the time you read this I will be dead. Now we're good friends Eddie, we've known each other for a long time, we can talk. They fill his pockets full of change, push him into The Woolpack, and shout "Go on mate!
" Well, to tell you the truth, in all the excitement of of Richie forgetting most of his fucking lines, I've kind of forgotten myself.
now hurry up and eat your breakfast before Saddam Hussein gets a whiff of your bot and tries to dump you on the Kurds! You're thinking "How many shots did I fire, back there in Act 2 Scene 1?