dodgy Quotes

Spud: No! I went to Craigy, Craig Newton. I just put down "Royal Edinburgh College" to help get the job. There's too much discrimination in this town, man. Cause they're both schools, right? And we are all in this together, and I want to put across the general idea rather than the details, like people get all hung up on details, like which school did I go to? How many grades did I

get? It could be six, it could be none. It's not important! What is important is that I am, yes?
Man: Mr. Murphy, do you mean that you lied on your application?
Spud: No! Oh yeah, oh yes, only to get my foot in the door, showing initiative and that like.
Man: But you were referred here by the department of employment, there

was no need for you to get your "foot in the door" as you put it.
Spud: Eh, cool, whatever you say man, sorry. You're the man, the dude-in-the-chair. I am merely here... like obviously I'm here like, but...
Man: Mr. Murphy, what exactly attracts you to the leisure industry?
Spud: In a word? Pleasure. Like my pleasure in other

people's leisure.
Woman: Do you see yourself as having any weaknesses?
Spud: [Shakes head] Oh yes! Cause like I'm a bit of a perfectionist, actually. Yes, I am. See, for me it's got to be the best or is nothing at all. Like, things get a bit dodgy I just cannot be bothered. But here I've got good vibes about this interview thing today, mate. Seems to

me that it's going pretty well, eh?
Man: Thank you Mr. Murphy, we'll let you know.
Spud: The pleasure was mine, mate.

Ron: What are those?
Harry: My dress robes...
Ron: Well, those're all right! No lace, no dodgy little collar...
Harry: Well, I expect yours are more traditional...
Ron: Traditional? They're ancient! I look like my great aunt Tessie!
[takes a sniff in the underarm area]

Ron: I smell like my great Aunt Tessie!

Alfred Pennyworth: Facial recognition is a bit dodgy on this one. But they've got a partial match. A Victor Stone. Genius IQ, football scholarship to GCU and deceased.
Bruce Wayne: Figures. Fairy tales and ghost stories.
Alfred Pennyworth: One misses the days whens one's biggest concern is exploding wind-up penguins.

Bruce Wayne: The simple life.

Pete Dunham: [after Pete introduces Matt to his friends at the Abbey] Where's Bovver?
Swill: He's been in the toilet for about fifteen minutes, like dodgy Ruby or something down at Bengal last night.
Dave: [Dave points at Matt] Oh, look, look, he looks lost. No, "Ruby Murray" means curry. We call it Cockney rhyming slang...

Matt Buckner: Slang. Yeah, like, uh, "bees and honey" for money.
Dave: That's it, yeah.
Swill: Like "struggle and grunt" for cunt!
Dave: Oh, you went dark. Why'd you go...
Swill: I'm not a cunt.
Bovver: [Bovver walks up to the table] Like "septic tank" for Yank.

Pete Dunham: [the guys greet him; Pete hugs him and indicates Matt] This is Matt, Shannon's brother.
Matt Buckner: Hey.
[Matt extends his hand; Bovver ignores it and the guys all laugh]
Swill: That's the proper, right? He don't give a fuck, does he? He don't give a fuck.
Pete Dunham: Mate, he's

practically family.
[Bovver shrugs and the guys laugh again]
Swill: Oh, mate, it's fucking painful!
Pete Dunham: Bov's a miserable cunt, but we love him dearly, don't we, boys?
Dave: Eh, sometimes.
[he smiles]
Swill: Like a fucking brother!