I'm New Labour. I haven't seen Saffron at any meetings lately.
I'm the menopause.
I'm Pop Specs, sweetie, Pop Specs!
I got Humphrey and Andre coming over...I'd rather not have you around...I'm hoping for a little imaginative synthesis tonight, and can frankly do without the competition.
I'm the champagne for Lulu!
I am the authoress of "Hey, It's Great To Grieve!"
I have seen "Beaches" 16 times!
I'm Patsy's tits, painted to look like... tits.
I'm the great transmugarance Eddie is smelling.
Then I'm Titicaca's neck burn.
There you go again--mistaking me for someone who gives a damn!
I'm a bitch troll from Hell.
This is stupid. The show was stupid. You all are just stupid. Please shut this thread. It's stupid.
F&F and troll-dar for the philistine breeder at R48.
r48 is Saffy's midget fiance.
Don't question me, r48.
I'm carpets. I'm madness. I'm carpet madness.
I'm smoked salmon nibbly things
You bitch troll from hell, r48.
Pats, I'm 72
Ooo..., she's so cold, sweetie! I'll just bet she has her period in cubes.
I'm the stupid people.
I'm just the one, dear.
I'm Jane Fonda. Why does Patsy hate me? What did I ever do to her? Was her father an American POW in Vietnam or something?
I'm the Eskimo papoose.
I'm the heat in Marrakech that melts people down to the ground on contact.
I am thin and gorgeous!
It's Parralox, darling!
I'm Patsy's osteoporosis.
I am something in a blue cagoule hovering outside.
I am Dawn French. You will ask me if you could just say something, and I reply, "Yes."
And then you say, "You can never have enough hats, gloves and shoes."
I'm a-walking down the road
I am the acupuncture needle that has worked its way down from Eddie's head to her big toe and I need total sensory deprivation and back-up drugs to be extracted. (What is this..Eastern Europe?)
I'm Patsy's ex brother-in-law, the one who was made into a cagoule.
I'm the pan.
CHUCK IT DOWN THE PAN!
I'm the can of cider Saffy's taking to the dorm party.
I'm the little piece of dribble piss.
I’m the gorgeous window at Yamishi’s new shop with the great huge swathe of white chiffon and terracotta pots. Where they sell terracotta pots and white chiffon or maybe both.. I don’t know
I'm Japanese now.
I"m Britt. Brit. Bri. Br. B.
I'm the dead batteries in the window at Frick & Frack & Nick & Knack.
I'm Patsy's appetite, which hasn't been seen since 1977...
I'm a dwarf named Minnie Driver.
I'm Marshall, channeling Shep Smith, "Where's my fucking drink!"
I'm the knife Jennifer Saunders thrust into Dawn French's back.
I AM the Maybach! I will Maybach you! Smell my Maybach!
I am Patsy's "grief" -- "Mrs. M, I condole you"
I am a little animal, runs about, not a rat but a ...
I am [italic]modern[/italic]. But not what modern was, post-modern. But what it is. Just new. I am what it will be. You know, when you're at the dentist and there's like that chair and cling-clang, the big light comes down and you just spit and spit. The thing you spit in, that bowl, that's what I am.
I'm just plunked
Let's pretend we're Ab Fab of the 90s when the show was still funny.
I'm the whip.
I'm the Lacroix earrings Eddie didn't really like anyways.
I am the can opener that Eddie doesn't know how to use so I am just whacked against the side of the can in frustration.
I'm the drag queen Mother mistakes for Patsy.
I'm the pills in "I WANT them to kill me!"
I'm Alexandra Bastedo, bitter that I only got a cameo rather than the role of Patsy.
Listen to Mummy's funny voice, sweetie.