Limey Lang

[Southpaw Stinger]

Hey, Bruce, could you beat Manny Pacquiao in a fight?

He's honest.

[Oasis_Lad]

[Southpaw Stinger]

Smoke me a kipper, I'll be back for breakfast.

[Oasis_Lad]

They've been naughty boys haven't they, Mr. Fibbles?

[Oasis_Lad]

I knew you was cheating, Boycie.

Oh yeah? How?

Because that wasn't the hand that I dealt you.

[Southpaw Stinger]

Pinky and smegging Perky.

[Oasis_Lad]

Del Boy: Drink up, we're leaving
Rodney: Why? Are they a couple of ravers?
Del Boy: No, they're a couple of geezers!"

[Oasis_Lad]

Del Boy: Well, I've gotta admire yer bottle Rodders - I must admit. You've been in the business five minutes and already you've opened up a Spanish branch. You've cornered the World market on broken lawnmower engines - what's your partner doing now, is he buying second-hand pedalos?
Rodney: No, no, no, nothing like that, no, we're - we're going into the self-catering holiday trade.
Del Boy: Cor, what on 200 nicker?
Rodney: Yeah well, we're starting in a small way.
Grandad: What you got, a Wendy House?

[Southpaw Stinger]

Del: Drink up, Trigg. We're leaving.

Trigger: What, ain't yer gonna try for them birds?

Del: Nah, yer cramping ma style mate, yer cramping ma style.

[BOLLOCKS]

I nicked it.