Quotes from Nick Frost movies and TV shows

Angus: She likes the bearded man...
Dave: With a tiny knob.

Danny Butterman: What do you think?
Nicholas Angel: Well, I wouldn't argue that it wasn't a no holds barred, adrenaline fueled thrill ride. But, there is no way you can perpetrate that amount of carnage and mayhem and not incur a considerable amount of paperwork.

Danny Butterman: You're off the fucking chain!

Danny Butterman: Ever fired your gun in the air and yelled, 'Aaaaaaah?'.

Nicholas Angel: I didn't mean to upset the apple cart.
DS Andy Cartwright: [sarcastic.] Yeah, 'cause we all sell apples round here, don't we?
Danny Butterman: Your dad sells apples, Andy.
DC Andy Cartwright: And raspberries.

Danny Butterman: Bring the noise!

Danny Butterman: Did you say cool off?
Nicholas Angel: No I didn't say anything.
Danny Butterman: Shame.
Nicholas Angel: Well, there was the bit that you missed where I distracted him with the cuddly monkey, then I said 'play time's over' and I hit him in the head with the peace lily.

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Nicholas Angel: OK, what's his story?
Danny Butterman: Oh, it's Lurch.
Nicholas Angel: Go on.
Danny Butterman: He's a trolley boy at the local supermarket.
Nicholas Angel: Good.
Danny Butterman: Real name, Michael Armstrong, Dad says he's got a child's mind.
Nicholas Angel: OK.
Danny Butterman: He lives up Summer Street with his mom and his sister.
Nicholas Angel: And they as big as him?
Danny Butterman: Who?
Nicholas Angel: The mom and the sister.
Danny Butterman: Same person.

Lola: Northampton.
Charlie Price: Northampton.
Milan Organiser: Northampton, Northampton, Northampton.
Harold Price: Northhhhhampton.
Don: Kentucky?

Clive Gollings: What are you going to dream about?
Graeme Willy: Wonder Woman.
Clive Gollings: Please don't.

Clive Gollings: Agent Mulder was right!
Paul: Agent Mulder was my idea!

Clive Gollings: They're going to rape us and break our arms!
Graeme Willy: I don't want my arms broken.

Clive Gollings: What if we wake up and find him inserting a probe into our anus?
Graeme Willy: Well apparently they don't do that.

Pete: It's four in the fucking morning!
Shaun: It's Saturday!
Pete: No, it's not. It's fucking Sunday. And I've got to go to fucking work in four fucking hours 'cos every other fucker in my fucking department is fucking ill! Now can you see why I'm SO FUCKING ANGRY?!
Ed: Fuck, yeah!

Liz: I love you, Ed
Ed: Cheers.
Shaun: I love you too, Ed.
Ed: Gay.

Ed: I'm sorry Shaun.
Shaun: It's all right.
Ed: No no. I'm sorry, Shaun.
[Shaun smells his fart.]
Shaun: Oh now that is rotten!

Ed: You gonna thank me then?
Shaun: For what?
Ed: Tidying up!
Shaun: Doesn't look that tidy.
Ed: Well, I had a few beers when I finished.

Ed: Who died and made you fucking king of the zombies?

Shaun: You know, I don't think I've got it in me to shoot my flatmate, my mum, and my girlfriend all in the same evening.
Liz: What makes you think I've taken you back?
Shaun: Well, you don't want to die single do you?
Ed: That's it... I would like to be shot.

Shaun: He's not my boyfriend!
Ed: It might be a bit warm, the cooler's off.
Shaun: Thanks, babe.