Inside No. 3×2
& Craig: No, no. Not plates. The palate. You know? The palate. I mean the mints. In the mouth. Sucky-sucky.
& Kevin: And your wife, is she...?
Craig: Divorced. Best three-quarter of a million pound I ever spent.
& Craig: Why is a wife like a hand grenade?... Remove the ring and boom, your house has gone.
& Malcolm: I’m sorry, Kevin. If you’re paying for dinner, you’re paying for dinner. None of this coupon shit!
& Craig: Got any Limoncello?
Waitress: Please?
Craig: It’s a liqueur.
Waitress: Lick your what? Sorry?
Malcolm: It’s a drink.
Waitress: Um, I will check. I’ll be back.
Malcolm: You wait, she’ll come back with a lemon and a cello!
& Malcolm: I’m offering to buy everyone’s meal!
Archie: Yes, because you’re a selfish prick!
& Craig: Right, gentlemen, I’d like to thank you for your company this evening. And for a good game of badminton. And if any of you happen to find yourself in the Chiswick area, please don’t hesitate to NOT ring me! Cheers!
& Archie: There’s always a bill! Somebody has to pay!
& Kevin: What did you do that for?
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