Patsy:
One more facelift on this one and she'll have a beard.
From: Iso Tank
Patsy:
One snap of my fingers and I can raise hemlines so high, the world's your gynaecologist.
From: Magazine
Magda:
If the models get any younger, Pats, they'll be chucking fetuses down the catwalk!
From: Hospital
Patsy:
My mother didn't give birth - she had something removed.
From: Birth
Patsy:
Darling, if you want to talk bollocks and discover the meaning of life, you're better off downing a bottle of whiskey. At least that way, you're unconscious by the time you start to take yourself seriously.
From: The End
Edina:
(to Saffron) You're going to turn into me someday, you know.
Edina's Mother:
(to Edina) And you'll turn into me, dear!
From: The Last Shout