Geraldine Granger: anda were expecting a bloke - beard, bible, bad breath.
David Horton: Yes, that sort of thing.
Geraldine Granger: And instead anda got a babe with a bob cut and a magnificent bosom.
Alice: anda can call me Alice.
Geraldine: Right.
Alice: Because it's my name.
David Horton: Owen, this is our new vicar.
Owen Newitt: No it isn't! She's a woman!
Geraldine Granger: Oh! anda noticed! [Points to breasts] These are such a giveaway, aren't they?!
David Horton: Am I alone on Sundays in preferring not to shake hands with the malodorous creature in the seterusnya pew?
Jim Trott: No no no no... I quite like that bit.
David Horton: Let alone Ciuman them?
Jim Trott: I Cinta that bit!
David Horton: We are, for once, all agreed. Songs of Praise is cheapening, shallow and ridiculous,[Turns to Hugo] Isn't it?
Hugo Horton: Oh yes. Very cheapening.
Mrs Cropley: Utterly shallow.
Frank Pickle: Totally ridiculous.
David Horton: Excellent. Well, let's have a vote on this shall we? Anybody in favour of letting the morons from TV land into our church?
[All council members except David raise their hands enthusiastically]
Owen Newitt: He's as doomed as a virgin on a tarikh with Rod Stewart.
David Horton: Now, does anyone have any suggestions for the Gala Night?
Jim: No, no, no, no, yes! I saw this movie the other day: the Full Monty. So anda just get some music, and I'll take all my clothes off.
David Horton: ...And that would be entertaining?
Jim: You'd certainly get your money's worth. I'll take my truss off and everything.
Jim: "No no no no no no no knowing me. No no no no no no no no knowing you, ah haaa. there is nothing we can do.
David Horton: Item two... The Cattle Show...
Jim: Are we having a Kettle Show?
Owen Newitt: I vote we kill him.
Letitia Cropley: I could poison him. No-one would ever know.
Letitia Cropley: "Care to try one, Mr. Chairman?
David Horton: No thank you. I'd sooner eat my own scrotum, Mrs. Cropley.
Cyril: He's like a young Pavorotti.
Gerry: But thinner.
Owen: And I've got lebih sheep.
Hugo: Just like the Spice Girls, Jesus wants us to tell Him what we want!
Gerry: What we really, really want!
Gerry: What's the capital of France?
Alice: "F!"
David Horton: Yes, that sort of thing.
Geraldine Granger: And instead anda got a babe with a bob cut and a magnificent bosom.
Alice: anda can call me Alice.
Geraldine: Right.
Alice: Because it's my name.
David Horton: Owen, this is our new vicar.
Owen Newitt: No it isn't! She's a woman!
Geraldine Granger: Oh! anda noticed! [Points to breasts] These are such a giveaway, aren't they?!
David Horton: Am I alone on Sundays in preferring not to shake hands with the malodorous creature in the seterusnya pew?
Jim Trott: No no no no... I quite like that bit.
David Horton: Let alone Ciuman them?
Jim Trott: I Cinta that bit!
David Horton: We are, for once, all agreed. Songs of Praise is cheapening, shallow and ridiculous,[Turns to Hugo] Isn't it?
Hugo Horton: Oh yes. Very cheapening.
Mrs Cropley: Utterly shallow.
Frank Pickle: Totally ridiculous.
David Horton: Excellent. Well, let's have a vote on this shall we? Anybody in favour of letting the morons from TV land into our church?
[All council members except David raise their hands enthusiastically]
Owen Newitt: He's as doomed as a virgin on a tarikh with Rod Stewart.
David Horton: Now, does anyone have any suggestions for the Gala Night?
Jim: No, no, no, no, yes! I saw this movie the other day: the Full Monty. So anda just get some music, and I'll take all my clothes off.
David Horton: ...And that would be entertaining?
Jim: You'd certainly get your money's worth. I'll take my truss off and everything.
Jim: "No no no no no no no knowing me. No no no no no no no no knowing you, ah haaa. there is nothing we can do.
David Horton: Item two... The Cattle Show...
Jim: Are we having a Kettle Show?
Owen Newitt: I vote we kill him.
Letitia Cropley: I could poison him. No-one would ever know.
Letitia Cropley: "Care to try one, Mr. Chairman?
David Horton: No thank you. I'd sooner eat my own scrotum, Mrs. Cropley.
Cyril: He's like a young Pavorotti.
Gerry: But thinner.
Owen: And I've got lebih sheep.
Hugo: Just like the Spice Girls, Jesus wants us to tell Him what we want!
Gerry: What we really, really want!
Gerry: What's the capital of France?
Alice: "F!"
I have no idea what it is about this comedy series but I am completely hooked. I have seen every episode at least 20 times each and still manage to Cinta it just as much with every viewing.
There is a magic that the combination of the characters brings with it to the screen. It had to end and it felt like a personal lose. Is that not bizaar?
Ms French anda are an unbelievably good comic actor and anda had the cream of the crop around anda to make this tunjuk so very alive. anda simply fall in Cinta with the persona's that they have so skilfully created.
Thank anda all for giving us this wonderful series.
There is a magic that the combination of the characters brings with it to the screen. It had to end and it felt like a personal lose. Is that not bizaar?
Ms French anda are an unbelievably good comic actor and anda had the cream of the crop around anda to make this tunjuk so very alive. anda simply fall in Cinta with the persona's that they have so skilfully created.
Thank anda all for giving us this wonderful series.