Spice World

Judge:
Emma, Victoria, Melvin C., Melvin B., Geri. You've been charged with releasing a single that was no more kicking than your previous ones. Nor does it have such a phat bass line. You are sentenced to having your next record enter the charts at 171 and having it fall completely out the following week.

Judge:
Bring in Hootie and the Blowfish!

Kevin McMaxford:
Something's happening to me. What is it?

Brian:
You're smiling, sir.

The Chief:
When the rabbit of chaos is pursued by the ferret of disorder through the fields of anarchy, it is time to hang your pants on the line of darkness. Whether they are clean or not.

Posh:
It's always the same. I never know what to wear.

Sporty:
It must be so hard for you, Victoria. I mean, having to decide whether to wear the little Gucci dress, the little Gucci dress, or... the little Gucci dress!

Posh:
Exactly.

Baby:
I know, why don't you wear the little Gucci dress?

Posh:
Good idea. Thanks, Em.

Ginger Spice:
Check!

Scary Spice:
What d'you mean "check"?

Ginger Spice:
I mean, check; my bishop's got your king.

Scary Spice:
Where?

Ginger Spice:
There! You've either got to move it in front, or move it out of the way.

Scary Spice:
Well I'll move that fairground horse to there. Sort that out!

Ginger Spice:
You can't *do* that!

Scary Spice:
Sez who?

Ginger Spice:
Says Mr. Chess! It's been in the rules for thousands of years!

Scary Spice:
Well I'm gonna break the rules and set this little fairground horse free amonst all these little square fields, like that. There!

Ginger Spice:
I'm gonna slap you in a minute!

Clifford:
They're hot, Chief! They've got fire in their eyes, hunger in their bellies... and great big shoes on their feet!

Martin Barnfield:
We're cookin' here. This is a stew, a gumbo... a jambalaya, if you will... we're just jammin'.

Ginger Spice:
Boys, boys! Calm down! Haven't you ever heard of the word "compromisation"?

Emma:
But we can't dance like that.

Mr. Step:
I know. I've seen your videos! Hahahahahaha!

Emma:
You know, I'm always gonna be known as Baby Spice, even when I'm... 30!

Posh:
You love it really Emma, you you play up to it all the time.

Emma:
No I don't!

Posh:
Yes you do.You're doing it now.

Emma:
No I'm not!

Clifford:
You don't have a life. You have a schedule.

Chief:
The headless chicken can only know where he's been. He can't see where he's going.

Martin Barnfield:
Did anyone care if Marilyn Monroe could act? All they cared was, "was she in focus?"

Posh:
Help!

Sporty:
What? What?

Posh:
This dress is dry clean only, Melanie!

Posh:
Bloody Sunday drivers! And it's only Saturday!

Musical Director:
Okay, girls, that was absolutely perfect without... really being any good at all.

Ginger Spice:
Strength and courage and a Wonderbra!

Baby:
Just with me I have no fun.

Scary Spice:
We need more for what we do.

Sporty:
Three's a crowd, bad company.

Posh:
No way, girl, we need one more!

Baby:
We've got to see Nicola in the morning. The baby's overdue.

Clifford:
Babies are allowed to be overdue - you're not.

Dennis:
Hey man, I would do anything for these girls, but I won't do that.

Clifford:
I told them that before they were spontaneous they had to clear it with me first.