My Family · Season 3
There might be some burnt cheese stuck to the lid. You snooze, you lose.
No, I win! (holds up bag) Yes, it's Chinese Takeaway time! Oh yes! Oh, look at this! Chicken with cashew nuts, spring rolls, capital spare ribs. My favourite. And it's followed closely by the ever-loved rice. It's alright, Michael; you can lick the lids.
You mean to say you got takeaway and you didn't even consult your kids.
(smiling broadly) Yeah.
Don't you feel guilty?
(still smiling) No.
Is that Chinese takeaway?
No, it's Chinese keep-away.
What putrefaction is this? Michael, holy water. (takes a spray bottle) Music. (plays Tubular Bells) Be thou not afraid! (sprays Ben)
(to Abi) You, you're unhinged! (to Michael) You, you're demented! (to Nick) You, you're just... you!
Sorry, Dad. I can't betray a confidence. A cab driver's like a priest.
Twenty quid?
Bless you, my son!
[Ben discovers his Barry White record is broken]
I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation.
Yes there is. Nick!
How do you know?
It's a fact of life that my property plus broken always equals, NICK!
(Ben's anti-Yuletide sentiments)
Why are you always convinced that Christmas is going to be a disaster?
Because it always is. It's traditional.
No it isn't.
There you go, always looking to the negative. You know I'm right; look at last year.
We all had a lovely time.
Oh yeah, you did. I got beaten up by carol singers...
Ah, yes...lovely voices.
The year before that there was the turkey.
OK, so it needed to stay in for a bit longer.
Susan, it was still alive. I'm trying to forget the year of the puppy.
Oh, the puppy...yes, that was sad, wasn't it? But those aren't reasons to hate Christmas.
Alright, try these: you have to jolly up to people you normally wouldn't bother to rescue from drowning; you get drunken men in suits vomiting in your flowerbeds; you're effectively trapped in the house with the central heating on full blast; and then someone throws a log on the fire because they think it's festive!
Don't be defeatist!
I'm not defeatist; I'm defeated.
What's that?
Chocolate Raisin Turkey with Caramel.
Excuse me?
It's Moroccan.
(looks at her cookbook) Ah, I see. Several pages of your cookbook are stuck together. Yeah, you've moved from Poultry to Dessert.
That's how great discoveries are made. Luddite.
(cringing) It's the thought that counts.
Shame it's such a horrible thought.
Nice tie!
Ignorance is bliss.
Then you must be the happiest man in the world.
(under his breath) I was until I married you.
I heard that!
Hey, you're not allowed in pubs.
I am if I have a plated meal in a clearly designated restaurant area.
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