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Quotes of Movie: "Porridge" [1974]
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Fletch: I don't quite know how to put this, gentlemen, but there is a thief among us. Suffer from any illness? Fletch: Bad feet. MO: Suffer from any illness? Fletch: Bad feet! MO: Paid a recent visit to a doctor or hospital? Fletch: Only with my bad feet! ... MO: Are you now or have you at any time been a practicing homosexual. Fletch: What, with these feet? Who'd have me? MO: Now I want you to fill one of those containers for me. Fletch: What, from 'ere? Godber: She had lovely... Fletch: I know what she had lovely, this is her father you're talking to, Godber, so be very careful! Godber: Eyes! I was going to say. Lovely eyes. Fletch: That's all right then. ... Godber: She's a canny old soul, my mum, but she only normally gives me a catalogue of family ailments. Fletch: No news of the lovely Denise, then? Godber: She don't talk about Denise on account of she doesn't approve of her - because she wears green nail varnish and doesn't wear a bra. Fletch: Sounds as if your fianc"e Denise and my Ingrid have got quite a lot in common. Godber: Your Ingrid's got nicer knockers. | |
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[about Blanco] What did he originally get sent down for? Fletch: Now you know you don't ask that. It's not what a man was that's important, it's what he is now. Godber: There's nothing you can say that would turn me against him - he's one of the nicest blokes in here. Fletch: Done his wife! Godber: What? Fletch: Done her in! Locked her in the deep freeze! Godber: And we hang around with a horrible old scrote like that? Fletch: That's why you don't ask, see? There are only two rules in this prison: 1 - do not write on the walls. 2 - You obey all the rules. One can't help noticing a change in your old lady's attitude of late. Barrowclough: How can you tell that? Fletch: Oh, little things, like the certain smile that plays around your lips when you're telling us to slop out. Barrowclough: What sort of smile? Fletch: The smile of a man who's getting his oats! You're writing a book? Fletch: Yeah - a sort of inside guide to prison life. But don't worry, I've not overlooked your boys in blue - I will be dealing just as much with your issues as those of our fellow felons. Barrowclough: Oh, good. And what are you going to call this book? Fletch: Don't Let The Bastards Grind You Down. Mrs Heskith: You're only supposed to take two before retiring. Governor Venables: If we don't put a stop to this riot soon, that could be tomorrow! A lot of famous people were born out of wedlock you know. All those royals in history, Lawrence of Arabia, Napper Wainwright ... McLaren: Who's Napper Wainwright? Fletch: He was a screw I knew in Brixton - mind you, he WAS a bastard! Fletch: He's got stripes - we'll have to hope success has mellowed him. Wainwright: [very rapidly and sharply, to another prisoner] Something to say to me, have you? Well my name's Wainwright; you will address me as Mr Wainwright or Sir! Fletch: It has. I haven't been so put out since my son Raymond crept back into school one night and had a prior peek at the exam papers. Godber: Did he? Fletch: Yes he did! And he still didn't bleedin' pass! I've got this letter, like. Fletch: From a woman, it looks like, and, judging by the handrwiting and stationery, a woman of low standards. Warren: That's right! It's from the wife! Advice to the lovelorn, you want, is it, Warren? Compose an appropriate reply? Warren: No, it's simpler than that, Fletch. I just want you to read it to me. Put the word about that I am incommunicado. Blanco: You're in the where? Fletch: I do not wish to be disturbed! Fletch... Fletch: I'm thinking, naff off! Warren: Thinking? Fletch: Yes. I know that to some of you nurks in here, it's an alien pastime, but those of us endowed with a bit of grey matter where it matters, namely up here, preserve our identity and our sanity in this nick by thinking! Warren: But what are you thinking? Fletch: At the moment, I'm thinking why doesn't this bloke Warren naff off and leave me alone! Didn't one governor let you grow grapes? Blanco: Aye, that's right - they were over there. I'd read all about them and I knew I could grow grapes. Bloomin' marvel, they were. Course they made me pack it in. Fletch: How come? Blanco: Grapes make wine, don't they? Fletch: Oh, really? I always used potato peelings and anti-freeze myself! Blanco: We managed to put down a dozen bottles before they tumbled us. Fletch: Good drop was it? Blanco: Well, in the wine stakes, I don't suppose it were a classic, but to a man who hadn't had a drink in eleven years, Chateau Slade was the finest drop in the land ... What have you got there, Fletcher? Fletch: [sotto voce] Crown jewels [out loud] Fletch: chicken feed! Mackay: Empty it. Fletch: It'll make a terrible mess, Mr Mackay! Mackay: Empty it! [Fletch empties the bag, which contains nothing but chicken feed] Mackay: All right Fletcher, just don't let me catch you thieving! Fletch: I won't, Mr Mackay. Mackay: You won't what? Fletch: I won't let you catch me, Mr Mackay! I'm only in here due to tragic circumstances. Fletch: Which were? Godber: I got caught. I'm Scots on my mother's side, well, a bit of everything really. Scots, Irish, Polish ... Fletch: Got about a bit, your mother. When Harry Grout asks a favour of you, it is on the express understanding that favour gets done. Otherwise he takes it as a personal insult, and send round a henchman to mete out dire retribution. From Crusher With Love! Mackay: Typical of Fletcher's devious mentality to turn the man into some sort of martyr. Governor Venables: Yes - the last thing a prison needs, Mr Mackay, is a martyr. Mackay: What are you doing, Fletcher? Fletch: Just adjusting the television, Mr Mackay! Mackay: With the set above your head? Fletch: Yes, it's the vertical hold! Warren: Look! We've got a picture! Fletch: You eat like pigs an' all! Warren: You know when you're playing draughts with Fletch, and he says he's dropped one and can you please look for it, and you do, and when you get up again you see the board's been re-arranged? That's all cheating is. Fletch: Yeah - that's all it is. Warren: Oh, so you admit to it! | |
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