Quotes from Peter Sallis movies and TV shows

Wallace: No cheese, Gromit! Not a bit in the house.

Crums - S10-E7

Seymour: People don't realise there is an imposter running around town pretending to be Father Christmas.
Clegg: It happens every election.

Crums - S10-E7

Clegg: Well, personally, I'm looking forward to January the twelfth, and do you want to know why? Because January the twelfth seems such a long way from next Christmas.

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Merry Christmas, Father Christmas - S9-E14

Clegg: Christmas comes but once a year and still we can't afford it.

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What's Santa Brought for Nora Then? - S11-E8

Pearl: Oh cheer up for goodness' sake, only one more shopping day to Christmas.
Clegg: I should hope so, the whole thing started in July.

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What's Santa Brought for Nora Then? - S11-E8

Clegg: Ah it's a terrible time is Christmas, It's easy enough to get into debt the rest of the year but this is the time of year you can get into debt for people you don't even like.

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Wendolene Ramsbottom: He's malfunctioning.
Wallace: Mal what?
Wendolene Ramsbottom: Malfunctioning. Preston is a cyberdog.
Wallace: Cyber what?
Wendolene Ramsbottom: A robot. Daddy created him for good, but he's turned out evil.

Wallace: Have you been peckish during the night? Only, someone's been at me cheese.

Wendolene Ramsbottom: Yer dog's waiting.
Wallace: Aye, I'd better see to him. The bounce has gone from his bungee.

[Quartermaine's hairpiece has been sucked up in the bunvac.]
Lord Victor Quartermaine: I want...toupee, please.
Wallace: Oh, grand. We take cheques or cash.
Lord Victor Quartermaine: Toupee, you idiot. My hair is in your machine.
Wallace: Oh, no, it's only rabbits in there. The hare I think you'll find is a much larger mammal.

Wallace: Cracking toast, Gromit.

Wallace: Ah, well, it's no use prevaricating about the bush.

Wallace: They're techno-trousers, ex-NASA, fantastic for walkies.

Wallace: It's the wrong trousers Gromit, and they've gone wrong.

Wallace: No more lodgers - more trouble than they're worth.

Wallace: But Piella, you're the Bake-O-Lite girl.
Piella Bakewell: Was the Bake-O-Lite girl. I ate too much, you see.
Wallace: Oh, really?
Piella Bakewell: I couldn't ride the balloon anymore.
Wallace: Oh dear.
Piella Bakewell: So they dropped me.
Wallace: What a blow. Ooh.
Piella Bakewell: ME! A curse on bakers and their loathsome confections.

Wallace: Farewell, my angel cake. You'll always be my Bake-O-Lite Girl.