Del Boy: This time next year, we'll be millionaires!

Del Boy: He who dares, wins! / He who dares Rodney, he who dares.

Del Boy: What a plonker!

Del Boy: There's a million quids worth of gold out there - our gold. We can't just say 'bonjour' to it.

Rodney: Well I can't wait to fill out my next passport application form. Mother's name: Joan Mavis Trotter; father's name: Herb Albert and the Tiuwana Brass.

Del Boy: A lot of people said I was a right dipstick to make my brother a partner in the business. But this only goes to prove how bloody right they were!

Del Boy: We don't pay V.A.T, we don't pay income tax or national insurance. On the other hand, we don't claim dole money, social security, supplementary benefit... The government don't give us nothing, so we don't give the government nothing.

Grandad: Your dad always said that one day Del Boy would reach the top, then again he always used to say that one day Millwall would win the cup!

Del Boy: As Macbeth said to Hamlet in A Midsummer Night's Dream: "We've been done up like a couple of kippers."

Grandad: I don't know why they have these drug addiction centres. Aren't there enough drug addicts about as it is? Without them recruiting them.

Rodney: She's very intelligent actually. We got on really well. Del Boy: Yeah, they do say opposites attract, don't they?

Del Boy: An investment!? Menage a trois!

Rodney: Everyone knows who done it! There's 30 dead people with Rhino tramps all over them, there's a lock up with 2 foot pile of Rhino dung and Charlton Heston suspects the butler!

Trigger: If it's a girl they're gonna name it Sigourney, after the actress. And if it's a boy they're gonna name him Rodney, after Dave.

Uncle Albert: Is that the radio I hear, Rodney? Rodney: No, Elton John popped in and he's rehearsing in the kitchen!

Rodney: I've got so many things worrying me ... the polar cap is melting, the continental shelves are shifting, the rain forest is dying, the sea is being poisoned ... and I ain't had a bit for months!

Del Boy: No, no not goodbye Margaret, no just Bonjour.

Raquel: Derek, will you get it into your thick skull: I'm not trying to meet intelligent and sensitive people, I'm happy with you!

Del Boy: Don't be fooled by him Rodney, he's had everything from galloping lurgy to Saturday night fever. Do you know once when I was a kid I was doing me homework and I asked him what a cubic foot was. He didn't know but he tried to have a week off work with it.

Rodney: Oh leave off Grandad. I'd have to get done for chicken molesting to bring a slur on this family's name!