Jeremy Lewis:
I'm a big, bad, bong-banging bible basher!
Fatty Lewis:
This glue is for sticking my model aeroplanes together, not sticking up your fucking noses! Buy your own fucking glue!
Greyo:
Dylan Thomas called Swansea "an ugly, lovely town".
Terry:
I'd call it... a Pretty Shitty City.
Greyo:
Dylan Thomas didn't do as much fucking cocaine as you, did he?
Jeremy Lewis:
Why is it that a 2 litre bottle of coke costs 27 pence, but a 1 litre bottle costs 37 pence?
Terry:
Three words? They hired a poet to do three fucking words?
Jeremy Lewis, Julian Lewis:
Health spa? Aaaah!
Jeremy Lewis:
Do you know what they do to you if you're caught doing drugs in Morroco?
Julian Lewis:
No?
Jeremy Lewis:
They hand you over to the RUG squad. Aaaah I fuckin' had ew!
Jeremy Lewis:
The way of the transgressor... is fuckin' 'ard, like.
Bryn Cartwright:
Here's twenty quid. Buy yourselves a big can of sticky-sticky, and fuck off to Noddyland.
Dodgy:
[
Exiting Swansea train station] Fuck me, everyone's got shoes on their fucking feet!
Dodgy:
'Ere, you got a Versace down here, Taff?
Greyo:
No.
Dodgy:
A Kwik-Fit?
Jeremy Lewis:
What's your handicap, Bryn?
[
Smashes golf club into Bryn's knee]
Bryn Cartwright:
[
In agony, with tape over his mouth] MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!
Jeremy Lewis:
Not bad.
Terry:
What the fuck does that mean Greyo?
Greyo:
What does what mean?
Terry:
That, "ambition is fucking critical."
Greyo:
It say's "ambition is critical." There's no "fucking" in it.
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