Press Gang, Series Four

Matt Kerr:
[to Lynda] You are a lady of unexpected depths Lynda, to which you regularly sink.

Lynda:
Colin, one lousy time I threw an ashtray, that doesn't mean I'm going to do it at every meeting.

Colin:
This Bobby Campbell fella sounds like a right sleazy, money-grabbing low-life. Just my type of guy.

Bobby Campbell:
The Junior Gazette is closing, no further discussion.

Colin:
I really respect bluntness Bob--

Bobby Campbell:
Now listen to me. Your paper doesn't sell enough. It doesn't make enough money, so it's finished, and I'm closing it. Understood? Understood?

Lynda:
Bluntness City.

Bobby Campbell:
Fine. Matt, can we discuss what you're charging for advertising...

Lynda:
I expected a serious interview. What I didn't expect was to find myself talking to an improbable looking domestic pet that has somehow acquired the power of speech!

Lynda [on a Children's TV show]:
Strangely enough, I don't feel like taking advice from a man who spends his time behind a sofa with his arm up an artificial cat.

Sarah:
Do you really think it's reasonable to keep punishing people for not being Kenny?

Lynda:
Well, they're not, are they?

Sarah:
We’re going to need to find someone who can stand sitting here, which isn’t an easy trick.

Lynda:
Have we tried everyone?

Sarah:
Everyone who was willing.

Lynda:
That didn’t seem to take long.

Lynda:
I'm grateful. In fact, I'm so grateful I could kill you.

Frazz:
Sex and violence. I love children's television.

Colin:
Look, someone's going to do a biggy on this story. At least if it's us, it will be done with tact, taste and discretion. With free Spike and Lynda dolls!

Frazz:
I don't like socialising with fictional characters.

Spike':
My ego got so big, it left me.