Run Fatboy Run Quotes

  • Undercover Officer: You want your son to love you? Don't break the law!

    Dennis: Hey! That's entrapment!

    [gets pushed to the ground]

    Dennis: And that's brutality!

  • Whit: I actually ran the London Marathon

    Dennis: Oh that's a coincidence.

    Whit: Why's that?

    Dennis: Oh, I watched it on the tele... well... the last hour... I sleep in on Sundays.

  • Gordon: Hey I've got you those tickets you wanted...

    Dennis: They were for yesterday!

    Gordon: Oh so NOW you don't want them?

    Dennis: Why would I want them?

    Gordon: You could... sell them on e-bay.

    Dennis: Who would buy tickets for an event which happened yesterday?

    Gordon: ...Time Travellers.

  • Gordon: The only serious relationship I've been in ended in a broken collarbone and a dead meerkat.

  • Whit: I mean, you can see my point can't you?

    Dennis: Yes, yes I can.

  • Libby: You can't even finish your sentence!

    Dennis: Oh... don't... don't... don't be... what's the word?

    Old Lady: Prick.

    [in the English version: "Cock."]

  • Dennis: Excuse me, can I just stop you there.

    Whit: Yes...?

    Dennis: Oh, I don't have anything to say... I just wanted to stop you there.

  • Dennis: I went for a bit of a run this morning and I think I've got a bit of a... rash...

    [indicates downwards]

    Claire: Yes...

    Dennis: Y'know... Down in the...

    Claire: [agitated] Yes, yes, I understand.

    Dennis: Scrotal Zone.

  • Gordon: Go on then, run!

    Dennis: Isn't there some kind of like... special technique?

    Gordon: Well... yeah... you put one leg in front of the other over and over again really really fast.

  • Maya: I saw your friend Gordon this morning

    Dennis: I'll replace anything he stole.

  • Mr. Ghoshdashtidar: I've got a surprise for you!

    Dennis: Oh!... it's not a spatula is it?

  • Gordon: Hey do you think it would be weird if I took a bath?

    [pause]

    Gordon: Yeah... that would be weird.

  • Gordon: I got you a present

    Libby: Aww thanks

    Gordon: It's a CD, I hope you haven't got it. Because I don't have a receipt and I didn't exactly buy it.

  • Reporter: Mr Doyle, how do you feel?

    Dennis: [exasperated] How the fuck do you think I feel?

  • Gordon: Well come on up!

  • Man in Bakery: I would settle for something shaped like a fish.

    Dennis: Go to a fishmonger!

    Man in Bakery: I'm a vegetarian.

  • Dennis: You know, I mean, I didn't do you any favours on that day, ok? I did a stupid, stupid thing. But it was only because I thought spoiling your day was better than ruining your life. Does that make any sense?

  • Gordon: That was the second most disgusting fluid I've ever had in my eye.

  • [Mr. Ghoshtashtidar has just stopped Vincent from smashing Gordon's fingers in a piano]

    Gordon: Thanks for that, Mr. G!

    Mr. Ghoshdashtidar: Your friend is a man of honor.

    Gordon: What, Vincent?

    Mr. Ghoshdashtidar: Yes! He said he's going to kick shit out of you later instead!

  • [during the race]

    Dennis: Isn't it enough?

    Whit: What?

    Dennis: You got the girl, all right? Isn't it enough?

    Whit: I just think it's high time you realized that it's over, sir! Otherwise, it's gonna be very tough for you when we move to Chicago!

    Dennis: What?

    Whit: [off their pace, trying to discourage Dennis] You'd better slow down there, chief! You've got a long way to go!

    Dennis: Yeah, well - so have you!

    [Dennis accelerates past Whit]

    Whit: Oh, yeah! Yes, I like it! Run, fatboy, run!

    [Whit takes his lead back, but as Dennis passes him one more time...]

    Dennis: I can lose weight... but you'll always be an arsehole!

  • Gordon: Women remember that stuff.

  • Dennis: [surprised] What are you doing here?

    Mr. Ghoshdashtidar: I'm the assistant coach.

    Dennis: How'd you get to be assistant coach?

    Mr. Ghoshdashtidar: Because I have the spatula!

    [whacks Dennis with it]

  • Dennis: I thought it would be a good chance for me to get to know Whit a little better, so...

    Libby: Well, maybe we should all go out to dinner then?

    Dennis: Really?

    Libby: Yeah, and then we could go dancing...

    Dennis: You're joking...?

    Libby: No, not at all. And afterwards we could come back here and have a threesome.

    Dennis: [thinks it over] You *are* joking.

    Libby: Of course, I am!

  • Gordon: Dennis, you're my best friend, I'm not going to bet against you. Not with these odds.

  • Gordon: Hey, maybe there's a little man in there who looks just like you but he's really good at running.

    Dennis: What are you talking about?

    Gordon: Just a thought.

  • Dennis: Peter Perfect's perfect palace.

    Gordon: Try saying that when you're smashed.

    Dennis: I will.

  • Dennis: We should set the alarm for about 7 o'clock.

    Gordon: I don't have an alarm clock.

    Dennis: Why not?

    Gordon: I never need to be anywhere.

  • Dennis: As you get older, you're gonna realize there are a lot of things that you don't like. Things much worse than this. And when those things happen, you can't just run away.

    Jake: why not?

    Dennis: Because it doesn't solve the problem. The problem's still there. You've got to stick at it, and then figure out a way to solve the problem, even if it's really really hard.

    Jake: Is that what you do, Dad?

    Dennis: [just looking helpless and speechless...]

    Jake: Dad?

  • Dennis: I know doing this thing isn't going to change anything or make anything better but um. I would just settle for your respect. I'd settle for you smiling about the time we had together and not think it was a waste of time.

  • Whit: Where you goin, where you going? You gotta be kiddin me, Dennis? You can't be serious! The guy left you at the alter, pregnant!

    Libby: [Puts Whit's wedding ring on the table] Nobody's perfect.

    Whit: Libby, Libby...

    Jake: What a shithead.

  • Whit: [At the hospital, after Jake plays with the hospital bed causing it to fall backwards] God dam it WILL YOU STOP MESSING AROUND WITH THE BED YA LITTLE SHIT?

  • Mr. Ghoshdashtidar: [repeated line to Dennis] Who the hell are you?

  • Whit: Jake, buddy, can I control the bed please?

    Jake: No, but you can watch me control it.

  • TV Commentator: [Dennis is continuing the marathon into the night on a sprained ankle and torn leg] Just now joining us is Dennis Doyle, a clothing store security guard, running for the last ten and three quarter hours on basically one leg, He's refusing to rest until this race is run, unbelievable!

  • TV Commentator: [It's just been revealed that Whit tripped Dennis during a TV replay of the marathon] Yes! He deliberately trips him! Bastard!

  • TV Commentator: [Dennis just finished the marathon] He's done it! He's actually done it! This morning, Dennis Doyle was a humble shop worker from north London, tonight, he goes home a hero!

Extended Reading
  • Josie 2022-04-20 09:01:57

    67 F6—Ross works. British team American inspirational. Useful to Patrick Wolf's song

  • Roselyn 2022-03-27 09:01:11

    I giggled~ and then secretly burst into tears~ I still love simon~