Quotes
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Harry Stern : [about his mate Trevor] I'll tell you what, that boy is so stupid! He's thick as ten loo doors!
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Harry Stern : Neil, have you notices that no matter how late girls seem to go out, they always look good after a night on the binge?
Neil : Yeah. You know why that is, don't ya?
Harry Stern : Why?
Neil : 'Cause they were only drinking orange juice.
Harry Stern : Ah!
[slight pause]
Harry Stern : Neil?
Neil : What?
Harry Stern : We were only drinking orange juice.
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Neil : Will you stop being so negative? Listen, don't you think we owe it to Ethel to make this day a special day for her. Agreed?
Harry Stern : Yeah.
[Kim nods]
Neil : Right, Harry, phone the mini cabs, Kim, you can help me with the food.
Harry Stern : Mini cabs...
[walks off]
Kim : What about the horses?
Neil : Well they can eat straw.
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Harry Stern : Great, that's the car fixed. It's gonna get here at ehm, about, half eleven, I think ten past eleven, ten to eleven, I don't know, ehm, but it's not a luxury limo, and it's not a chauffeur driven car.
Kim : Oh?
Harry Stern : It's in actual fact eh, a mini-mini cab.
Kim : Mini?
Neil : Well that doesn't sound very big?
Kim : Don't worry about it, Ethel's just a little person...
Harry Stern : True.
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Dawn Lodge : Harry, have you practiced giving her away yet?
Harry Stern : Oh, yes I have, actually, I'm glad you asked me that, because, eh, well, you pretend to be Ethel.
Dawn Lodge : Ok.
Harry Stern : ...and I'll show you, right?
Dawn Lodge : Ok.
[Dawn crouches down to match Ethel's height]
Harry Stern : We're at the church, we're going up the isle, there's the viccar, there's Crossfield, right? And we go up, smile at everyone,
Dawn Lodge : Yeah, smile...
Dawn Lodge : There's the viccar, there's Crossfield, and I go: 'ere!.
[gives her a shove]
Dawn Lodge : No, Harry, I don't think you've quite got it, something a little bit subtler.
Harry Stern : Subtler?
Dawn Lodge : Yeah.
Harry Stern : Subtler. Right, ok, ehm, going down the isle, there's the viccar, there's Crossfield, I seem to have found this, is it yours?
Dawn Lodge : I think I prefer 'ere, best.
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Harry Stern : Ethel, I don't think - I don't want you to do this.
Ethel Davis : Why?
Harry Stern : 'Cause I don't want you to, right?
Ethel Davis : Oh, come on, Harry, I'm not marrying you!