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: I know the man. Actually we're distantly related. My... um... my mothers sister - she married his old man in Cheltenham. That makes me his half-cousin, twice removed... or... close enough.
[Pointing at random name on the guest list.
: That's me. Foyeur Lady
: Oh yeah? Er... you're a bit thinner this time int ya? Demmis Rousos! On your bike, son!
: Hello. Girl
: I'm not alone. Vic
: Is he big? Girl
: Very. Vic
: That's okay - he'll like me. Lots of people like me. Well not straight away but give it a couple o' minutes and...
: What is your name? Vic
: Yogi. Er...
[tries to read the guestlist
: Olliandum. Foyeur Lady
: Olliandum? Vic
: Whoosh. Whoosh Olliandum.
: He'll find out sooner or later about his mother. Only I did promise I'd tell him personally - you know what mothers... are... like. How's your mother? She well? I hope so.
: Mr Screaming. Er... good evening. I'm from the Melody Faces - no - one of the music magazines. I was with a music magazine now I'm with a more high profile kind of... aw I've really hurt me head.
: [voice over, narrating
] She spoke to me and that was it, I fell.
[falls down the ladder
: [narrating, getting dressed
] Frankie Relax is definitely out. I'm not advertising Frankie until they tell us who he is.
: Nice shoes.
: You look great, you're fantastic, you're beautiful.
: I'm speechless. I'm speechless you conniving, randy, bogus Oriental old queen. Your record sleeves are better than your songs!