Ian Pattison Quotes

#1. Rab: Like a wee chip, Burney son?
Burney: Stick your chips up your arse!
Mary: Heeey, hey, hey, hey - manners.
Burney: Please.

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#2. No one of these bloody jobs exist do they? Christ, y'just stick them up there to take the bare look off the walls.

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#3. Do you want to buy a bloody flower or don't ye?
Aye. As a matter of fact I'll take the whole soddin' bunch.
Aye well, good. It's time you treated m'Ma better.
Oh, they're not for your Ma, son. These are for you.See because I'm gonnae ram them doon y'delicate bloody Karma hole!

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#4. This is what you get in life. Wee flannel-arsed naebodies sittin' behind a desk tryin' to make you sweat in your stool. And see when they do? Y'can feel the wind-up key take another turn in your back.

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#5. Listen you here to me boy. The only way this book is gonnae turn you intae a tall, Aryan god, is if you stand on the bloody thing.

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#6. Christmas carols? Oozy, squeezy, treacly middle-class propaganda crap!

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#7. Y'cannae see can ye? Y'know who christened you lot the 'underclass'? The same sinister bastards that changed Windscale to Sellafield...they're nuthin' but a lot of jumped-up fascist bastards!

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#8. Now you lady, you can go an' run your arse up a cheesegrater

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#9. There's a funnel up his arse and a breeze between his ears. All the same I suppose his guess is as good as ours y'know? All he knows is 'shut up and keep going'. I mean, I for one, I can't make any philosophical advance on that. I mean, honestly - can you?

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#10. Cancer gets a bad press but, fair do's, it's a truly egalitarian illness, unlike those stuck-up bastards ME and motor neurone.

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#11. Correct me if I'm wrong. But it was you stuck the head on the policehorse?
It deserved it didn't it. Standin' there whinnying at me in that bloody Kelvinside accent.

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#12. Some burglars are vermin, they're no better than, well, investment bankers - there, I've said it.

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#13. In the fifties there were no paedophiles. There were only simple honest-to-goodness child molesters.

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#14. When a scumball turns on Songs of Praise he sees three hundred quantity surveyors warbling about 'My Lord in heaven', and he knows his name's not on the guest list.

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#15. See the bints? They might be soft on the outside, but see on the inside? They've got hearts on them like Hygena worktops.

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#16. Once you realise you're never going to be a somebody, you have to kid yourself that being a nobody can still be interesting.

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