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Edina: Bubble! Wake up, Bubble! Come on! Wake up, darling! Oh, it's like tea-break on the Thunderbirds set. Somebody operate her, please!
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Eddie: Oh god, well what on earth is the point of having an accountant if he's within the law?!
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Patsy (defending Eddie): My name is Patsy Stone, I'm an alcoholic and what she did was an act of humanitarian mercy.
Judge: That is hardly a reason to steal a crate of champagne.
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Eddie: I'm not like Saffy, I can't walk around looking like a...
Patsy: ...stale old piece of toast.
Eddie: Exactly. It takes more than a cold flannel and some Body Shop oatmeal scrub for me, you know. I mean, I can't meet clients smelling like an old bowl of porridge, can I, sweetie?
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Saffy: Oh, so not only do you want the man to die of passive smoking, but you also want to deny him a living of any kind.
Edina: Passive smo- I suppose we're shortening your life are we, darling?
Patsy: If only.
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Bubble: I turned on the.. hmm... what-cha-ma-call-it this morning…
Saffron: Radio?
Bubble: I want to say "telephone".. That's not right... Not right... (going through possibilities in her head) You look at it.
Eddie: Television!
Bubble: That's it!
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Edina: These are new! Tell her, Saffy, darling. The seventies are back!
Mother: Oh, does that mean you'll be voting Labour again, dear?
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Patsy: Good Morning, Television? My God! If they could market that in pill form, Switzerland would be plunged into a recession.