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What's all this? The man's mad.
All right. Give us a tanner, and I'll give him a bell.
- Danny. - You're looking very beautiful, man.
I demand to have some booze!
- Okay, okay. Any minute. - The house or out.
There she is.
"but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors.
I brought two of these in case either of you was any good in the kitchen.
No, it doesn't. I'm starving.
Monty's car.
I could take double anything you could.
Me, when I realise I can't tinder
I was gonna cash 'em in for you.
There's nothing out there except a hurricane.
Apart from a raw potato, That's the only solid to have passed my lips in the last 60 hours. I must be ill.
Look at him! Look at Jeff Wode!
and is now prepared to step back into society and start tossing his orb about."
- Go ask him if we can have one. - What for?
"It's gone.
Do you want indie? Stop fuckin’ saying that Jenkins of course he wants indie
See him? Look.
I happen to be the proprietor.
Get hold of that map and look for a place called Crow Crag.
No need to insult me, man. I was leaving anyway.
- Don't talk about them. - I imagine they're talkin' to each other.
No, no, no. It'll be too late. I'll be knifed by then.
I adore you.
Tsk!
Shut up!
I'll show the lot of you!
Wankers don't drink it because they can't afford it.
Positvie
Oh, for fuck's sake.
Could I have a word with you, Monty?
We’ve created a European Super League by mistake.
He doesn't want anybody to know. We're both in it. We're obsessed with each other.
Oh, Oxford
He's come to kill us. What are we gonna do?
I have some extremely distressing news.
Vanessa's advice for the weekend
No, thank you. I'll go out for a walk.
You little thug! How dare you!
You can't miss him. His leg's bound in polythene.
That's what I thought. Except for personal use, I concur with you.
Introducing myself to the Holiday Inn Derby
If I hadn't told him you were active, we'd never have got the cottage.
Don't threaten me with a dead fish.
Oi'll morder de pear o' yuss!
I don't advise a haircut, man.
You needn't explain. He's told me everything.
Jesus Christ! This huge, thatched head...
It will pass, be seated
"drugs banned in sport.
Oh, tomatoes. Yes.
what fucker said that?
When you came in, we thought it was him.
Jesus Christ! Why Have You Drugged Their Onions?
What are you doing? Sitting here enjoying my lockdown
Turn off my air con?
- If you don't leave, we'll call the police. - Balls!
We've got to keep this bastard burning.
We've come on an epic by mistake And we haven't got any food
Followed by a left slow hander.
September. Bad patch.
At some point or another, I want to stop and get hold of a child.
We pack up. We get out tomorrow.
When I come in, I seen one the size of a fucking dog.
you're presented with a difficult decision...
Well, it doesn't mean to say I've got it. They probably just want to see me again.
I'm a friend of Montague Withnail's. He's lent us his cottage.
"Paragon of animals:
Starts comin' on really bald with me.
- I voted Conservative. - Are you faithful?
And give em a dose of unadulterated child's piss
we've elected a series of cruel, maniacal tory governments by mistake
"I'm gonna pull your head off because I don't like your head."
Soup
Get theJag fixed up, spend a week in the country.
Hmm, excuse me.
Will we never be set free?
I agree. It's more a question of selecting to whom one will be faithful.
The real lockdown rules: Stay at (any) home. Spread the virus. Save your career
- What should we do? - Get out of it for a while.
very, very foolish words, man
I say, you know what we should do?
We've written an orm by mistake
It's obsessed with its gut. It's like a bloody rugby ball now.
- What are we supposed to do with that? - Eat it.
Not only that, he's a raving homosexual.
- In respect of what? - I'm thinking of changing my name.
Will Everyone Igor Rango.
Now, last card up.
- Right, right, right. - Police, please.
Cunt give him two years.
Oh, my boys! My boys! Forgive me!
No, it ain't. I looked into it, studied the papers.
I can't. Those dreadful, beady eyes. They stare you out.
Look at my tongue.
Connelly's has more covid than you've had hot dinners .
For dear Ethan I know you’re not asleep
Oi Barnwell!
What fucker said that?