Eddie: Flour. Eddie: Now is there anything I should look at? What? Don't tell me it was talcum powder! Patsy: I thought we were going out. A bloody, buggery teaspoon. Read the instructions. Max, can you bring me the other cloth? Eddie: I know I don't look hugely overweight, darling... Eddie: I mean, what I saw in that mirror shocked me. Bitch-nurse. [picks up another paper] "Illicit Passion For M.P. Edina: Of course, darling. Eddie: Honey... Is the actress playing me fat? This. Because I want to decide when I'm going to come and what I'm going to wear if I do come, alright? I make the crap into credible. Terms & conditions | Privacy policy | Privacy Settings Well, I was darling. Wash it this time, will you? [singing] They say I... Eddie: Don't worry about it darling. Insects, insects, insects! Bubble: Even if it does, I'm not sure I'd understand what you were saying. Patsy: [about Bettina] Neat? Patsy: [to Eddy] Darling, darling, do think it's time for a little collagen? Eddie: Darling, they're just hormones, so I can breast feed the Romanians when they come. Bug off! They're fantastic! Yes, and if the silk for the cushions doesn't arrive by tomorrow, then fax Calcutta and tell them to weave faster. The area alone is fifteen percent proof. I mean, in real terms, there's no difference between me and the coffee, me and the table, me and a tree, me and Madonna, for God's sake! I'm talking to my friend. There's no limit! Well, I, I'm not willing to believe I'm simply THAT obvious. Eddy and Patsy are back, and bolder than ever! Oh, God. You know, you were more umm... umm cuddly. Eddie: What was it like? It's Eddy. Saffron: Look, I didn't know what you'd want, so I invited a few people round for family lunch. Catching up on lecture notes and that sort of thing. But personally, I think you're wasting your money. I demand that you re-test it! And I'm managing to keep a lid on things this end, alright? Marshall: We had Keanu Reeves pull out, which, which we feel really positive about now because it's taken a different course entirely. I want total sensory deprivation and back-up drugs, all right! What do you think? Some boring, old, normal, old, toilet goer, huh? Eddie: Right. And the curse is a blessing and childbirth is painless. My daughter wouldn't have allowed me to buy it. She was so anally-retentive, she couldn't sit down for fear of sucking up the furniture! I don't want any bloody coffee! My analyst says that I should let you sort it out in your own time, and everything. "Dressing gown", she knows nothing about fashion. Labeling us all with this- with this global guilt. You've let them ruin your figure. I can't. Eddie: Sweetie! Eddie: So you've been diddled. We're going to Marrakech. Oh, and put him in, he screwed me. Huh? A Bergman film without the jokes? Patsy: "Leave airport, turn right..." Blah, blah, blah. It is related to who I was in a previous existence. When she said "Third world chic", I was hoping she would stick to it, but it took me hours to get hold of that fly-blown mud Hessian for her kitchen walls. I want to say telephone. Anyway, first I'm going to go on a fast. You know, I usually see pictures of glamorous houses in Marrakesh, for God's sake. [starts to read another feature] Continued on page five. In 2000, the show was ranked number 17 on the 100 Greatest British Television Programmes by the British Film Institute. Patsy: She's the one who turned you into this potato that we see before us. Without notes, Saff. Eddie: Might as well do it in the comfort of your own home. Eddie: All right, time for another little drinkie before we go? Tell her she's adopted. Oh, God. What, through you? Eddie: PR. Did you get it, Ed? It takes more than a cold flannel and some Body Shop oatmeal scrub for me, you know. Antonia: No, I mean where is this? Eddie: Now, Pats, shall we finish off the Beluga or should we have some smoked salmon nibbly things? Is it? They don't wanna know your mum's your best friend, do they? I know what you're thinking. Ya know? Well, darling, if it wasn't for that lovely little Russian army advancing, thrashing out all those gorgeous little heirlooms in my direction, I don't know what I'd do... Oh, you should see, darling, in the shop I've got at the moment this fabulous little samovar with a little old woman still attached to it, sweetie. ABORT, ABORT, ABORT! And not stay overnight, okay? You're not going to tell me it's Yasmin Le Bon, darling? Eddie: Oh, where is Bubble? [opens her bag and reveals a small lap dog]. Just tax the stupid people! Anyway, I don't know what you mean. [gets a bottle of scotch] Helps me to sleep. Eddie: Oh. Saffron: I thought you were broke. Patsy Stone: It doesn't make any difference, it's still a baby! Patsy: I bought that bloody woman's tapes. Eddie: Darling, this is how I behave. Wait for this: "Eddy: Still no thinner.". Hockwenden, Ruttenstein, Vandebilt, Rothschild, Hookenfookenberger, Dachshund, Rottweiler, sweetie. Saffron: ...That will then be thrown away after a couple of months once the novelty wears off and sit around polluting the planet. You wouldn't have to wear it only the once. Praise the Lord! . Click, click, click, click. I mean... We're going back to that bloody airport, Pats, or we'll never find it. Magda: I don't do holidays. Patsy: Darling, I'm your best friend. I wish I had breasts like yours. Spend, spend, spend. No, Edwina's in the room. They're all objets from my shop, darling, so keep the price tags showing. Saffie: Well, what you want me to say? Gran: Goodbye, dear. Eddie: [to her ex-husband Justin] How you could have chosen to live with an evil, vicious, pot-bellied, ugly little dwarf is beyond me! Sometimes you get into a porn loop and just can't get out. Absolutely Fabulous (1992–2004), created by Jennifer Saunders and Dawn French, follows the absurd antics of drug-addled public relations consultant Edina "Eddy" Monsoon (Saunders) and her best friend, model, and professional hanger-on Patsy Stone (Joanna Lumley), as they deal with post-Flower Power life, aggravated further by Eddy's infuriatingly intellectual, responsible daughter Saffron. Saffie: Well, it wasn't so much chemical. "Well, she can't take you while she's on the bloody TOILET". You know, the "A to Street Map" thing-book. Edina: Oh, darling! They are forced to do community service! Eddie: Well, anywhere... anywhere... And then you look at them and they are just sort of asleep but their head is flopped in your direction, you know? Patsy: She is there, behind the rich and powerful... beside the rich and powerful... *under* the rich and powerful. Judge: That is hardly a reason to steal a crate of champagne. Patsy: Promoting bored teenagers won't sell a Chanel suit. Are you dead? Edina is joined in her quest by magazine fashion director Patsy Stone (played by Joanna Lumley), her best friend and enabler, whose drug abuse, alcohol consumption, and promiscuity far eclipse Edina's comparatively mild self-destructive behaviour. Saffie: Well, make up your mind. Those questions were transparently for a much younger woman. Are you accusing me of something? Names, names, names. Saffron: Well, you've never done anything before. Eddie: God, it's a rather depressing thought that you might live on after me, isn't it? I am a little "Germaine Greer-ish", aren't I, sweetie? That'll be drinks and a press call. I want to flash-up pictures of sad, but beautiful children, happy gay couples, slogans like "World Health", "No Pollution", "Fashion Cares", all right, darling?
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