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I don't know; I didn't listen!
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It's at times like this I wish I had listened to what my mother told me.
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What do you think this is, bush week?
Somebody's going to wind up crying.
I'm making a wing-wong for a goose's bridle.
In answer to "What are you doing, Mummy?"
[irach, seeds] It was watermelon pips, here.
You must have been born in a field!
Said when one left the door of a room open.
[Raak] "...in a barn" in our family
Shurrup or I'll bash your face in - a favourite of my mother's.
Come on, you could get a tank through there!
A favourite of my dad's when somebody in front wasn't quick enough moving into a gap in traffic. Thing is, he used to work for the MOD on Salisbury Plain, so he'd know ...
I could do that quoth my Dad whenever a snooker player on TV missed a shot.
Just taking seamanlike precautions.
(Mrs INJ's dad when going to the loo before going out - and yes, he was a sailor)
You'd better brush those teeth, and make them clean and shiny, or else the tooth fairy won't leave you anything for them when they fall out.
Wear it (them) in good health. (Accompanied each gift of clothing or jewelry)
This was in one of Max Boyce's routines, but I always liked it
Fine! Go play your stupid rugby. But if you break both your legs, don't come running home to me.
If you pick your nose any more, you'll strike oil.
Come on, you could drive a bus up here! My father, urging me to climb up a steep hill behind him.
If you do that again I'll make you smile on the other side of your face. My mother's favourite preparation for a sharp slap.
Der landschaft ist mit schnee bedeckt! My mother, whenever it snows overnight. She claims it's the only thing she remembers from one year of German lessons at school (in about 1948)
In response to a burp:
Pardon me for being rude
It was not me, it was my food
It just popped up to say hello
And now it's gone back down below.
Don't make me come in there...
Aye, and when tha's finished peeling potaytoes, tha can peel t' bloody peel. For some reason my Welsh father always delivered that one in a Yorkshire accent
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