The Count: You know, a few months ago, I made a terrible mistake. I realized something, and instead of crushing the thought the moment it came I... I let it hang on, and now I know it to be true. And I'm afraid it's stuck in my head forever. These ar...
The Count: To all our listeners, this is what I have to say - God bless you all. And as for you bastards in charge, don't dream it's over. Years will come, years will go, and politicians will do fuck all to make the world a better place. But all over...
Minister Dormandy: You see, that's the whole point of being the government. If you don't like something you simply make up a new law that makes it illegal. Speaking of which, Mr... Fredericks: Fredericks. Minister Dormandy: Fredericks. Fredericks: Ye...
Mark: So, how 'bout it then?
Simon: I believe the technical term is a *fuckload* of boats!
Harold: [the crew has decided to stay on the ship and keep broadcasting having nowhere else to go, Harold is the last one left] I *do* have somewhere else to go [pause as crew looks at him. Quentin gives an "alright" shrug] Harold: But it's Peckham s...
The Count: Arrhh, Jesus, I don't even like Simon! Fucking cry-baby!
Quentin: So... expelled? 'Young' Carl: That's right. Quentin: What for? 'Young' Carl: I suppose smoking was the clincher. Quentin: Drugs or cigarettes? 'Young' Carl: Well, both. Quentin: Well done! Proud of you. So your mum sent you here in the hope ...
Dave: Walk this way. Simon: Don't walk that way! 'Young' Carl: I'm just gonna... Simon: Walk woodpecker way.
Quentin: The day has come. Tonight pirate radio dies. From midnight, we are a ghost ship floating without hope on cold and dark waters. You have done almighty work here. Thank you. But your work is done. The Count: Not mine, sir. I'm an American citi...
Dave: So tell us Mark, now at the very end - what was your secret? How did you get all them girls? Mark: Simple. Don't say anything at all. 'Young' Carl: Nothing? Mark: Nothing. Then, when the tension becomes too much to bear, you finally, finally, y...
Quentin: Thank you gentlemen, lady, strange bearded thing.
Simon: Remember folks, "It ain't simple bein' cool, but it's cool bein' simple."
The Count: Gentlemen, I'd consider it an honor if you'd join me on this historic night... in a salute... to The Fabulous Four; the glories of our age; the bringers of joy... to our future generations... cause' there will always be poverty and pain an...
Minister Dormandy: [referring to Radio Rock] We have their testicles in our hands, Twatt, and it feels good.
Angus: She likes the bearded man... Dave: With a tiny knob...
Angus: 'How about it?' How about this? Try and fuck your way out of this one Mark!
Thick Kevin: I find alcohol rather sharpens my mind...
