Robert Carlyle: Gaz

The Full Monty

Gaz

Dave: [discussing possible means of suicide] I know. You could stand in middle of road and have a mate run smack into you right fast.
Lomper: Haven't got any mates...
Gary 'Gaz' Schofield: Listen to you, we just saved your fucking life so don't tell us we're not your mates, all right?
Lomper: Really?
Gary 'Gaz' Schofield: Yeah.
Lomper: Thanks. Thanks a lot.
Dave: Yeah, me and all, I'd run ya down as soon as look at ya.
Lomper: Oh aye? Cheers.

Dave: [discussing possible means of suicide] Drownin'. Now there's a way to go.
Lomper: I can't swim.
Gaz: Well you don't have to fucking swim, you divvy, that's the whole point. God, you're not very keen are you?
Lomper: Sorry...

Gaz: Y' know Dave, it's a thought...
Gerald: Ha! I could just see Little and Large prancing around Sheffield with their widges hanging out. Now that *would* be worth 10 quid...
Gaz: Don't be so bloody daft. We were just saying...
Gerald: Widges on parade! Bring your own microscope!

Guy: [Guy is auditioning. He tries to walk up a wall, as in the film "Singing in the Rain", and falls flat on his back]
Gaz: So. You don't sing? You don't dance? I hope you don't think I'm being nosy, but what *do* you do?
Guy: Well, er, there *is* this...
Guy: [seen from the waist up, Guy unbuckles his belt and drops his trousers; the camera pans across the audition panel, with each person looking gobsmacked]
Gaz: Gentlemen, the lunchbox has landed!
[Gerald is hiding behind a newspaper which he now lowers to see what the fuss is about]
Gerald Arthur Cooper: Chuffin' Norah!

Dave: [When presented with the first images of "Flashdance"] Hey, what's this? I didn't go on the nick in Asda for some chuffin' women's DYI video!
Gaz: It's "Flashdance", Dave. She's a welder, isn't she!
Dave: A welder? Well, I hope she dances better than she welds! I mean, look at that - her mix is all to cock!
Dave: Shut up, Dave. What the fuck do you know about welding, anyway?
Dave: More than some chuffin' woman! Arh, it's like Bonfire Night! That's too much acetylene, is that! Them joints will hold fuck all!
Gerald: Arh, for Christ's sake, Dave. We're looking for dancing, aren't we!
Gaz: He's got the hump about Asda!

Gaz: Told 'ya, robbing pipes, that's all.
Police officer: Gary, my friend, no bugger robs pipes in the buff.
Gaz: We do. Don't get your clothes dirty, do you?
Police officer: Oh well, don't fret, gents. There's a right good laundry in Wakefield Prison!

Gary 'Gaz' Schofield: Folks don't laugh so loud when you've a grand in your back pocket.

Gaz: [stuck with Dave on top of a car in the middle of a canal] Ey up, someone's coming.
Passer-By: All right?
Gaz: Aye, not so bad.
Dave: [after the Passer-by leaves] Not so bad? Not so bad? That's not much of a chuffing SOS is it?

Gerald: [Gerald is seated at a computer at Job Club accessing data while Gaz and the others are talking and playing cards and not filling out requested forms] Button it, you lot. Some of us are trying to get a job. Ey! And it says "No Smoking" in here!
Gary 'Gaz' Schofield: Aye, and it says "Job Club" up there. When was the last time you saw one of them fuckin' walk in? You forget, Gerald, you're not our foreman anymore. You're just like the rest of us: scrap.
Gerald: Shut it! Right?

Dave: [Gaz tries to convince Dave to steal a videotape] Why me?
Gaz: Because you've got an honest face, lad; I've got "serial killer" written on me forehead.

[before the first rehearsal Gaz has hurtled off to find Dave, finding him working as a security guard in Asda]
Gaz: Dave! What are you doing?
Dave: What's it look like?
Gaz: We're on in three days time, where the fuck are you?
Dave: I'm here, working, earning, that's where. Not pissing about! End of chat!

Gaz: So, uh, Horse... What can you do?
Horse: I dunno, really... Let's see, there's the, uh... The bump, the stomp, the bus stop... Me breakdancing days are probably over, but there's always the funky chicken.