One Foot In The Grave, Series 4 (1993)

Victor:
You must have seen it as a mistake when they brought it out!

Mrs Warboys:
Well, I don't know what your suit looks like, do I?

Victor:
Well, it doesn't bloody well look like this! I mean where do you think I shop? King Kong at C&A!

Nick Swainey:
Wakey, wakey, everyone! It's a beautiful morning! I've just been watching two frogs having sex!

Victor:
I'm sorry, what language are you talking in now? It appears to be Bollocks!

Victor:
And you, you smug-faced bloody vandals!

Margaret:
Who is she?! Have you, have you been-?! Tell me you haven't been sleeping with this! Who is she?!

Victor:
[confused, stammering for an explanation] I, I thought it was you! [Margaret's expression becomes one of offended outrage]

Margaret:
[offended] Thank you very much! I mean, where did she come from?! And what on earth is she doing? AND WHY THE BLOODY HELL AM I WHISPERING?! This is my bedroom! I mean, this is the end to a perfect week, isn't it?! To come home, and find your husband has taken up necrophilia!

Victor:
WHAT IN THE NAME OF BLOODY HELL?! I do not believe it! In the name of sanity! I do- well, that's it! That's just about the absolute limit of all bloody time! [Victor storms over to the phone and calls a number] I mean, what was he- HELLO! I'd like to speak to the manager please, and be quick about it! Meldrew. No, he doesn't but he will shortly! Hello, is that Mr. P.T. Sturgeon? Yes, well it's about a large yucca plant your garden centre delivered to my house this morning. Yes, a young chap, I didn't catch his name, it may have been Frank Spencer! Well I'll tell you exactly what the problem is, Mr. Sturgeon! I was out the back, working in the garden when he arrived, so I asked him if, for the time being, he'd put it in the downstairs toilet for me, and you know what he's done?! He's only planted it in the pan! Yes, actually in the lavatory pan, with compost and everything! I mean, how anyone can be so utterly goofy just boggles the mind! A mistake anyone could have made?! Are you stark- I mean, what am I supposed to do, cock my leg against the trunk like a Yorkshire terrier?!

Victor:
What in the name of bloody hell...?! I do not believe it! [Victor pulls a toupee out of the bread loaf, then reads the label] "J.L. Dinkins, Hairpieces of Distinction"?! Well, that just about takes the biscuit! I mean, dropping your wig in the bloody baking dough?! I mean, he must have realised it had come off, for God's sake! Well, this is just about it, this is the absolute limit of all bloody time! [Victor storms over to the phone and calls a number] I mean, what am I going to find next?! A false arm in the French stick?! Glass eye staring up at me out of the coconut meringues?! [Victor briefly tries on the hairpiece] Absolutely bloody hideous! It'd be much more sensible wearing a loaf of bread on top of your head! How anyone could be so-Hello! Yes, I'd like to speak to the manager please and quick about it! Meldrew. NO HE DOESN'T BUT HE BLOODY WELL WILL SHORTLY!

Patrick:
I would ring up and cancel, but I suppose it's be a bit inconsiderate, isn't it, really? Dragging him out of his coffin in broad daylight. I wonder what bizarre aquatic species I can expect in the groin this time. Stingray up the rectum? Perhaps I'll just get off lightly with a couple of barnacles on the foreskin.

Pippa:
Can you see an old dirty floorcloth by the door?

Patrick:
Uhm...yup.

Pippa:
Well, would you mind SHOVING IT in your bloody mouth?!

Margaret:
He's [Victor] the most sensitive person I've ever met, and that's why I love him and why I constantly want to ram his head through a television screen.

Patrick:
[in the Meldrew's living room and talking to Pippa] It's like spending an evening at The Munsters, coming around here...what nameless horror you're gonna come across next?

Victor:
[to Mrs Warboys] Yes, it generally does. One thing you can be sure about in life, just when you think that things are never ever going to get better, they suddenly get worse!

Victor:
Yes, that's the good thing about having a really miserable holiday, it makes the going home such a positive joy.