Inspired by pugluvr’s AbFab Countdown thread.
List your favourite moments/lines from the series.
“What do you see when you look in the mirror, Pats?”
“Me looking fabulous. You?”
Right, cheers, thanks a lot…
“Halleluiah! Let’s speak in tongues!”
“I’m chanting as we speak”
The image of Patsy waking up in Eddy’s torched kitchen with a butt still in her mouth and every part of her black and sooty except for the part of her face that was on the table.
Eddy on her birthday blowing out her candles with a fire extinguisher.
Eddy to Bubbles “What is it you do all day”
Bubble to Eddy “Dunno, get paid I suppose”
“What’s that honey yogurty smell?”
“I’ll do it! I’ll adopt a Romanian baby”
Eddy and Patsty wine tasting in France.
“Halleluiah! Let’s speak in tongues!”
“I’m chanting as we speak”
The image of Patsy waking up in Eddy’s torched kitchen with a butt still in her mouth and every part of her black and sooty except for the part of her face that was on the table.
Eddy on her birthday blowing out her candles with a fire extinguisher.
Eddy to Bubbles “What is it you do all day”
Bubble to Eddy “Dunno, get paid.”
“What’s that honey yogurty smell?”
“I’ll do it! I’ll adopt a Romanian baby”
Eddy and Patsty wine tasting in France.
Bubble: Vacuum fell out window.
Edina: Why?
Bubble: I was vacuuming sills.
You know why Priscilla Presley wears gloves all the time, don’t you? Liver spots, darling!
Razzle? Razzle? Year? Month?
She’s so anal retentive, that she sucks up a couch if she sits on it!
And you get pain (bread) at the . . . p-p-p-painerie . . .
I second Patsy waking up in Edina’s burned-out kitchen. Classic.
“The Karl Lagerfeld bondage room?”
“How did you know about that?”
Saffy, annoyed,“I’m still on their mailing list.”
“Tickets, money, passport! Tickets, money, passport!”
“That would just be a hysterical reaction, Gran.”
“Yes, hilarious, dear, but I hardly think it would be appropriate.”
From the same episode, the nurse/wrap technician saying,“There you go again, mistaking me for someone who gives a damn.”
Eddy (to Saffy): “Some day, you’re going to turn into me you know!”
Gran (to Eddy): “and you’ll turn into me dearie!”
Patsy: “I have power! I am a fashion industry leader! One snap of my fingertips, and hemlines raise so high, the world’s your gynecologist!”
Eddy: “I was this close to death sweetie dahling! I was in the presence of the almighty God!”
Saffy: “So what did you talk to God about?”
Eddy: “Shopping mostly …”
[Highjack]Heh Heh, Mogwei. FAGABEEFY. Possibly the most obscure movie reference of them all.
Sweetie! Darling! Sweetie, Darling.
Sweetie… Darling…
SweetieDarlingSweetieDarlingSweetie!!
You don’t mind that I call you Sweetie, do you Darling?
Hmm? Sweetie?
Eddy (to Saffie): Did you get the condoms?
Saffie: Yes mom,
Eddie (as she looks into the bag): Who opened them? Wha happened to them?
Gran: You know, These gloves don’t have any fingers in them.
While, among others, the “squish, squish, darling, mommy’s crying too” is a fave of mine, I always loved the scene where Eddy abuses the lecherous teacher who was ungentlemanly towards Saffy.
Pope Bob
" … if your memory serves you well … "
“A few of them… whatcha’macallems coom through.”
“What?”
“Paper. Cooms out.”
“Out where?”
“Out the answerin’ machine! It cooms and it cooms! Messages, letters, the lot. I managed to get a few of 'em down on me pad.”
“Yes, but is it Art, Eddie?”
“No, sweetie, I think it’s my Father!”
“Every troop didn’t have to contain Jasmine LeBon, the generals didn’t require big hugs after every maneuver and the whole affair didn’t have to coordinated to rap and Japanese avant-garde pipe music – because if it had, darling, I think the outcome might have been rather different, don’t you?”
“…It doesn’t matter if she’s Mother-bloody-Teresa for our purposes, darling. What we want is a princess with a press-core following and a designer dress on her back!”
“Not someone who looks like she runs up her own.”
“At least we know he’s straight.”
“Oh, do we?”
“Come on, Pats, we’ll go in a public transport.”
“Are you mad? I’ve got nothing to wear on public transport!”
“I won’t have my daughter thinking she’s so great because she can use public transport… Anybody can use public transport, darling!”
“I know, that’s the point.”
“Not eating, Patsy?”
“Liquid lunch for me today, Mrs. M.”
“No wonder you’re still as thin as a rake. Men like something to get hold of, isn’t that right Oliver?”
“The real trouble started because I wasn’t breast-fed.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, dear, it wasn’t done in my day. Imagine me having that clamped to my breast.”
…
“At least you were breast-fed, darling.”
“By who? Not one of the many saggy-titted hippies we lived with at the time, I hope!”
“It was a commune, darling, that was the point. And they gave you a good start, didn’t they?”
“Well, how many – which ones?”
“Oh don’t worry, they’ve all since died of overdoses.”
“What you two don’t seem to understand is that inside me – inside me – is a thin person screaming to get out.”
“Just the one, dear?”
“…in Zen terms, darling, everything is just molecules: yin and yong, ping and … pong. These are my molecules, that’s your little clump of molecules over there. I mean, in real terms, darling, there’s no difference between me and the table, me and the coffee, me and a tree – me and Madonna, for God’s sake.”
“Except you have a fatter bottom.”
“You can never have enough hats, gloves and shoes.”
…
“Darling, even Amanda De Cadenet would remember the word ‘accessories’.”
“Ugh, it’s like kissing a spawning sturgeon.”
“Sweetie, just because I like having eggs in my mouth…”
“About the only place she’s still got them, eh Danny?”
“‘Milk.’ Milk. Where am I supposed to get milk?”
“Food Halls. On the left, past the fish.”
“You can’t get the food shopping from Harrod’s!”
“Of course you can. You can’t expect people who live in Knightsbridge to eat out all the time.”
And for the most bizarre non-speaking moment: Mother and Saffy are making cookies at the kitchen table. Saffy cuts star-shaped cookies from the dough and hands them to her grandmother, who cuts off the points with a pair of scissors.
Where Eds gets a phone call supposedly from the Betty Ford Clinic and arranges to check in the next week…as soon as Saffy leaves the room: “Thanks Pats!”
E: “Pats is a Fashion Editor”
P: “Fashio DIRECTOR”
E “She Directs Fashion”
P “Yeah, one click of my fingers and hems rise so high the whole world is your gynachologist!”
More champagne sweeties?
Like Big Iron said; where Eddy abuses the lecherous teacher who was ungentlemanly towards Saffy. And then…
Saffy handing Patsy a bottle of wodka and saying “have a drink”
That look on Patsy’s face.
I’ll never forget that. 
Mum, what was Patsy?
Don’t worry, darling, it was only for a year, and then it fell off.
And the smear, is that a doctor thing, or do you . . .?
It’s a doctor thing.
She said she wanted to learn about the indigenous people, Eddy!
I don’t think white slavery was what she had in mind, Pats.
Nothing’s certain in life, darling. Cheers.
Have you eaten something?
Not since 1973, no.
Let’s see. . .
Eddy takes the nicotine patch from Pats’ skin “My god, it leeching nicotine from your skin”
Regarding Eddy’s recent drug purchase.
Saffy, “Mum, you are perpetuating corruption that is a menace to society”
Gram, "Eh, voting for Labour, again?’
[Okay, I don’t remember the quote exactly, and it would have been even funnier had Gram said “Tory”]
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Eddy finds Playboy magazine in her son’s room.
Pats, “Playboy? 1973 ? What month?”
Eddy “August”
Pats, “Whew, I was in January”