Post by rustisstrikesagain on Apr 13, 2007 21:50:25 GMT 1
Ah! These were the days when Tony Blair was a twat in college and kids could run around playgrounds shouting 'Joey!' 
;D
Enjoy the quotes of the man, you buncha girly Deacons! ;D
I'm Gene Hunt. Your DCI. And it's 1973. Nearly dinner time. I'm 'aving hoops
I call a dream Diana Dors and a bottle of chip oil!
Like Shelly Winters arse!
Your all surrounded by armed ba'stads!
Shut yer bloody bone chute!
Anything 'appens to this motor and I come over your houses and stamp on all your toys. Got it? Good kids!
We're looking for a short skinny bird, wears a big coat, lots of gob.
Oi! Hairy Mary, shift yourself you're in the way.
No one can touch the Gene Genie.
My friend is going to ask you some questions. Personally I hope you don't answer them because I want you to die in here and end up inside a pork pie.
Because Stephen Warren is a bum bandit. D'you understand? A poof. A fairy. A queer. A queen. Fudge packer. Uphill gardener. Fruit picking sodomite.
I'm not a Catholic meself, Mr Warren, but isn't there something about thou shalt not suck off rent boys?
Oi! Referee! Has anyone ever told you you need glasses, you dozy git? Next time, I run you over!
Well this is Trafford Park. You've got more chance of finding an ostrich with a plum up it’s arse.
Time to liven things up a bit. It's hard to keep your stories straight when you're pissed, you ask my missus.
Y' know, I'd listen to the snot in my hankie before I'd listen to you.
You know, something tells me Reg isn't around lots birds. We stuff this down her knickers, it's the one place he won't have the nerve to look.
You so much as belch out of line and I'll have your scrotum on a barbed wire plate.
Hiya love. DCI Hunt. How're you feeling? Just come to talk to you about how your brother copped it.
Well, with respect, you probably thought he kept his cock in his keks and all.
No, that's a drip from my fried egg butty, love. Well done, Miss Marple. That's why we need women detectives.
That'll be the bloody enormous hole in his chest where the bullet went in!
Fair enough! See if you can detect me a nice packet of Garibaldis, love. Now, yesterday's shooting. The dealers are all so scared we're more likely to get Helen Keller to talk. The Paki in a coma's about as lively as Liberace's dick when he's looking at a naked woman. All in all, this investigation's going at the speed of a spastic in a magnet factory.
Blahdy blahdy history bloody blah! It doesn't take a degree in Applied Bollocks to know what's going on.
The NF are far too stupid for that. They could stick a shotgun up my arse and pull the trigger - they'd still miss!
You great soft sissy girly nancy French bender Manchester United supporting poof.
You know, if I was as worried as you, I'd never fart for fear of shitting myself.
You see this is why birds and CID don't mix. You give a bloke a gun it's a dream come true, you give a girl one she moans it doesn't go with her dress.
I want this man caught before he kills again. This is my city and it will be a safe place for my wife and my mum to walk around, is that understood?
Hold on, hold on. Do it tomorrow morning first thing. Beer o'clock, gentlemen.
I don't like this. Gene Hunt smashes doors down, he does not pick girly locks.
Get down you div!
Ah, Master Baiter. Remember him well.
The man's a bloody hero and you're accusing him of having the clap?
;DEnjoy the quotes of the man, you buncha girly Deacons! ;D
I'm Gene Hunt. Your DCI. And it's 1973. Nearly dinner time. I'm 'aving hoops
I call a dream Diana Dors and a bottle of chip oil!
Like Shelly Winters arse!
Your all surrounded by armed ba'stads!
Shut yer bloody bone chute!
Anything 'appens to this motor and I come over your houses and stamp on all your toys. Got it? Good kids!
We're looking for a short skinny bird, wears a big coat, lots of gob.
Oi! Hairy Mary, shift yourself you're in the way.
No one can touch the Gene Genie.
My friend is going to ask you some questions. Personally I hope you don't answer them because I want you to die in here and end up inside a pork pie.
Because Stephen Warren is a bum bandit. D'you understand? A poof. A fairy. A queer. A queen. Fudge packer. Uphill gardener. Fruit picking sodomite.
I'm not a Catholic meself, Mr Warren, but isn't there something about thou shalt not suck off rent boys?
Oi! Referee! Has anyone ever told you you need glasses, you dozy git? Next time, I run you over!
Well this is Trafford Park. You've got more chance of finding an ostrich with a plum up it’s arse.
Time to liven things up a bit. It's hard to keep your stories straight when you're pissed, you ask my missus.
Y' know, I'd listen to the snot in my hankie before I'd listen to you.
You know, something tells me Reg isn't around lots birds. We stuff this down her knickers, it's the one place he won't have the nerve to look.
You so much as belch out of line and I'll have your scrotum on a barbed wire plate.
Hiya love. DCI Hunt. How're you feeling? Just come to talk to you about how your brother copped it.
Well, with respect, you probably thought he kept his cock in his keks and all.
No, that's a drip from my fried egg butty, love. Well done, Miss Marple. That's why we need women detectives.
That'll be the bloody enormous hole in his chest where the bullet went in!
Fair enough! See if you can detect me a nice packet of Garibaldis, love. Now, yesterday's shooting. The dealers are all so scared we're more likely to get Helen Keller to talk. The Paki in a coma's about as lively as Liberace's dick when he's looking at a naked woman. All in all, this investigation's going at the speed of a spastic in a magnet factory.
Blahdy blahdy history bloody blah! It doesn't take a degree in Applied Bollocks to know what's going on.
The NF are far too stupid for that. They could stick a shotgun up my arse and pull the trigger - they'd still miss!
You great soft sissy girly nancy French bender Manchester United supporting poof.
You know, if I was as worried as you, I'd never fart for fear of shitting myself.
You see this is why birds and CID don't mix. You give a bloke a gun it's a dream come true, you give a girl one she moans it doesn't go with her dress.
I want this man caught before he kills again. This is my city and it will be a safe place for my wife and my mum to walk around, is that understood?
Hold on, hold on. Do it tomorrow morning first thing. Beer o'clock, gentlemen.
I don't like this. Gene Hunt smashes doors down, he does not pick girly locks.
Get down you div!
Ah, Master Baiter. Remember him well.
The man's a bloody hero and you're accusing him of having the clap?
