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Del Boy' Trotter's autobiography released: "It's got everything: pictures, words, birds, violence, adventure" ". Irish Mirror. 12 October 2015 . Retrieved 1 December 2015. Boycie: Have you ever spent an evening in Trigger's flat!? It's like holding a seance with Mr. Bean. However, Ranald had quite a bit more ambition than just working on a farm for the rest of his life. I cant remember the conversation we were having word for word but it went something like this; Dr. Robbie Meadows: You've got to make a decision, Mr Trotter: we can either save you or the baby. Del: Robbie Meadows, you old git. Dr. Robbie Meadows: Del please. Del: Sorry. Doctor Meadows, you old git. What you doing here? Dr. Robbie Meadows: I've got good news and bad news Del. The good news is they put me in charge of your case. Del: What's the bad news? Dr. Robbie Meadows: I specialise in amputation. Del: Good one. So how come you're in charge? Dr. Robbie Meadows: Accident really. I was chatting to some collegues when the name Derek Trotter came up, so I asked to see your GP's notes and look at your tests. I was amazed, I found myself reading about this non smoking, tee-total, celibate, vegetarian health freak. I thought to myself can this be the same Derek Trotter I know and begrudginly admire? That wheeling dealing Pina Colada lout, the Castella king, the curry coniseur, the same man who's lived his life on fast food, fried bread and doubtful women? Del: Was it? Dr. Robbie Meadows: Yeah it was. Albert: (heading into Grandad's bedroom) I might as well kip down in there, eh? Del: No, no, you can't go in there. That's my Grandad's room! Albert: Yeah but - I'm his brother! Del: Yeah, that don't make no difference. Only me and Rodney are allowed in that room! Thatroom is gonna remain exactly as he left it! That room is going to be a shrine dedicated to the memory of my grandfather. Albert: I understand, Del. Del: No, we'll just have to think of something else that's all. Listen, if I get the big mattress out of Rodney's room I can put it down. No, I'd never get it through the door would I.

Del wonders why Rodney took him to a peculiar club.] Rodney: It looked all right from the outside. Del: It looked all right from the outside? That's what the Christians said about the Colosseum! Strained Relations [4.2] [ edit ] Albert: Your name Rodney, son? Rodney: Well, it is when Trigger's not about!A frustrated Rodney is furious with Del for telling Cassandra about his originally planned movie date as the two stand outside in the street in the dark.] Del: Look, is there anything I can do to help? Rodney: Yes, piss off! Rodney is looking for crimes to report at the tenants' meeting.] Del: Well, why don't you tell them what happened to poor Rita Alldridge then? Rodney: Yes! Good idea! What happened to Rita Alldridge then? Del: Last Friday night she was indecently assaulted over by the adventure playground. Rodney: No! Did she report it? Del: Yeah, I saw her this morning, she'd just been down the police station. Rodney: Right. There you are, you see; that's exactly the sort of thing... Hang on a minute, if this happened on Friday night, how come it's taken her 'til Wednesday to report it? Del: Because she didn't know she'd been indecently assaulted until this morning when the bloke's cheque bounced.

It is indeed Rodney leading the funeral prosession in full Chief Mourner's gear he looks up and sees Del.] Rodney: You git. You rotten git! You never told me my new job was a chief mourner!!! Del: Rodney, please show some respect. Del: (to Trigger at the bar in a yuppy club) I think we're on a winner here Trig, play it nice and cool son, nice and cool. You know what I mean? (falls through bar) Drink up Trig, we're leaving.Del: (talking about his father) Don't be fooled by him, Rodney. He's had everything from Galloping Lurgy to Saturday Night Fever! I was doing some homework once and I asked him what a cubic foot was. He said he didn't know, but he tried to have a week off work with it! Rodney: Cassandra, we are talking about Derek Trotter. To Del, market penetration means sex under a barrow! Rodney and Del are rowing outside Rodney's flat] Rodney: Well thanks to you, my wife now thinks I'm having a passionate affair with the siren of the exhaust centre, and you've offended my neighbours! Woman: People are trying to sleep! Rodney: Shut up!