Preparing for our loss
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The Infamous swimming trunks
"There's no badge down there sammy boy."
[yt]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qD1tkEsgDA[/yt]
He will be missed, but the series finale of Ashes looks to be great.
"There's no badge down there sammy boy."
[yt]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qD1tkEsgDA[/yt]
He will be missed, but the series finale of Ashes looks to be great.
Anything happens to this motor, I'll come 'round your houses and stamp on all your toys. Got it? Good kids.
[Gene and Sam need to get a pub landlord out of the way so that they can go undercover]
Gene Hunt: Ray! Go and arrest the landlord of the Trafford Arms
Ray Carling:What for?
Gene Hunt: Think of something on the way
[Later] Gene Hunt: In a bizarre twist of fate the landlord was arrested this afternoon.... on suspicion of Cattle Rustling
[Ray takes a bow and receives a round of applause]
Gene Hunt: I think you've forgotten who you're talking to.
Sam Tyler: An overweight, over-the-hill, nicotine-stained, borderline-alcoholic homophobe with a superiority complex and an unhealthy obsession with male bonding?
Gene Hunt: You make that sound like a bad thing.
Good work, Raymondo. I'm bumping you back up to DS... only this time make it stand for Detective Sergeant and not Dog Shit!
[Before an undercover sting operation, Annie is equipped with a gun] Annie Cartwright: I haven't received any firearms training. That's not right...
Gene Hunt: [Exasperated] Y'see, this is why birds and CID don't mix. Give a bloke a gun, it's a dream come true. Give a girl one, and she moans it doesn't go with her dress! Now start behaving like a detective and show some balls.
Annie Cartwright: Thanks for being so sympathetic, sir. Let's hope you don't end up in my firing line. [Annie storms out]
Gene Hunt: [Slightly alarmed] Did she just threaten to shoot me?!
Annie Cartwright: Boss, there's a viscous yellow liquid in his ear.... Gene Hunt: No, that's the drip from my fried egg butty, love. Well done Miss Marple, that's why we need women detectives...
Oh dear Lord, if this is a test, I fear I may fail. And I thought it would be the booze or the fags but oh no! I'm gonna die in an underground vault, in the company of a posh, mouthy tart with a head full of brains and the common sense of a grain weevil.
we're a team, Bodie and Doyle. I'm the one in the SAS and you can be the one with the girl's hair. Now get your knickers on, we're leaving.
[Gene and Sam need to get a pub landlord out of the way so that they can go undercover]
Gene Hunt: Ray! Go and arrest the landlord of the Trafford Arms
Ray Carling:What for?
Gene Hunt: Think of something on the way
[Later] Gene Hunt: In a bizarre twist of fate the landlord was arrested this afternoon.... on suspicion of Cattle Rustling
[Ray takes a bow and receives a round of applause]
Gene Hunt: I think you've forgotten who you're talking to.
Sam Tyler: An overweight, over-the-hill, nicotine-stained, borderline-alcoholic homophobe with a superiority complex and an unhealthy obsession with male bonding?
Gene Hunt: You make that sound like a bad thing.
Good work, Raymondo. I'm bumping you back up to DS... only this time make it stand for Detective Sergeant and not Dog Shit!
[Before an undercover sting operation, Annie is equipped with a gun] Annie Cartwright: I haven't received any firearms training. That's not right...
Gene Hunt: [Exasperated] Y'see, this is why birds and CID don't mix. Give a bloke a gun, it's a dream come true. Give a girl one, and she moans it doesn't go with her dress! Now start behaving like a detective and show some balls.
Annie Cartwright: Thanks for being so sympathetic, sir. Let's hope you don't end up in my firing line. [Annie storms out]
Gene Hunt: [Slightly alarmed] Did she just threaten to shoot me?!
Annie Cartwright: Boss, there's a viscous yellow liquid in his ear.... Gene Hunt: No, that's the drip from my fried egg butty, love. Well done Miss Marple, that's why we need women detectives...
Oh dear Lord, if this is a test, I fear I may fail. And I thought it would be the booze or the fags but oh no! I'm gonna die in an underground vault, in the company of a posh, mouthy tart with a head full of brains and the common sense of a grain weevil.
we're a team, Bodie and Doyle. I'm the one in the SAS and you can be the one with the girl's hair. Now get your knickers on, we're leaving.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tz8ppujjTXw
How can we forget this moment.
How can we forget this moment.
Gene's US flag was back to front...never noticed before...
Tonight tonight won't be just any night, tonight there will be nooooo morning star.
That wasn't him btw, that was me.
When Shaz was throwing a flaky in the station and he comes barging out and yells "what it it with you, are you riding the cotton pony or something?"
That wasn't him btw, that was me.
When Shaz was throwing a flaky in the station and he comes barging out and yells "what it it with you, are you riding the cotton pony or something?"
Thank god I've got the 2010 Gene Hunt calendar to carry me through this sad time.
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