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Það voru nú þó nokkrar góðar línur í henni eins og þessar:


Lögregluþjónn: “Does your daddy always take his clothes off in front of you?”
Nathan: “Only when he's rehearsing.”


Gaz: “Told ‘ya, robbing pipes, that’s all.”
Police officer: “Gary, my friend, no bugger robs pipes in the buff.”
Gaz: “We do. Don't get your clothes dirty, do you?”


Dave: “Anti-wrinkle cream there may be, but anti-fat-bastard cream there is not.”


Gaz: “Y' know Dave, it's a thought…”
Gerald: “Ha! I could just see Little and Large prancing around Sheffield with their widges hanging out. Now that *would* be worth 10 quid…”
Gaz: “Don't be so bloody daft. We were just saying…”
Gerald: “Widges on parade! Bring your own microscope!”


Dave: “The less I eat, the fatter I get.”
Lomper: “So stuff yourself and get thin!”


Gerald: “Fat, David, is a feminist issue.”
Dave: “Well, what's that supposed to mean, when it's at home?”
Gerald: “I don't bloody know, do I? But it is.”


Gaz: “I've got a degree in ass wiggling, mate.”


Dave: “We want to know about dancing that's all.”
Gerald: “Dancers have coordination, skill, timing, fitness, and grace. Take a long, hard look in the mirror.”


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