The Royle Family (1998–2012)
Liz Smith: Norma Speakman, Nana
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Quotes
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Norma Speakman : Would you like a sandwich, love?
Dave Best : No thanks, Nana.
Norma Speakman : There's no Picalilly left in this jar.
Jim Royle : You're joking. Do you think we can continue with the celebrations in the face of that revelation?
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Norma Speakman : I never drink, me, just a sherry at Christmas, whiskey at New Year, and a bottle of stout.
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Norma Speakman : [after Dave agrees to take her home] Oh, you're a good'n. I'll leave you something nice in my will.
Dave Best : Hey--why wait till then? There'll be plenty of room in the back of the van when you get out--I've had my eye on that clock of yours.
Norma Speakman : Ha, ha--you cheeky begger. Hugh Scully'd give us a few bob for that.
Denise Royle : Will you stop talking about Nana dying?
Jim Royle : Yeah! Have a little bit of respect--wait till she's gone out of the door.
[laughs]
Jim Royle : Oh, I'm only joking, Norma--bloody hell, it'll be a sad day in this house when you snuff it... if we don't get that clock.
Barbara Royle : Oh--he hasn't got a heart, Mam--he's got a swinging brick.
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Norma Speakman : May God forgive you, Jim Royle, for talking ill of the dead like that.
Jim Royle : I wasn't speaking ill of the dead, I was speaking about you, the living bloody dead!
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Norma Speakman : [talking about Dave and Denise's honeymoon] So, where is it you're going again?
Denise Royle : Tenerife.
Norma Speakman : Ooh, that'll be gorgeous, won't it! Me and your grandad went to Blackpool for a week in a B&B. It's a Harry Ramsden's now, which is quite fitting as we met in a fish shop, It was after the town hall dance, I went there with my friend Betty.
Barbara Royle : Oh, Betty.
Barbara Royle : She married a joiner, moved to Leeds, he knocked her about a bit, but her home was lovely.
Mary Carroll : Do you ever hear from her, Norma?
Norma Speakman : No, I never liked her even when we were best friends.
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Norma Speakman : Where's your best man, Barry, innit?
Dave Best : No, Gary. He's got to work, he can't get the morning off, he's coming straight from the butcher's.
Jim Royle : It's all we want, innit, the church stinking of bloody mince.
Twiggy : Ey, you know what'll happen, don't ya, he'll put his hand in his pocket for the ring and pull out a pork chop.
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Norma Speakman : Ey, I tell you who is in hospital, Gwen's husband.
Barbara Royle : Ooh, what's he having done?
Norma Speakman : He's having something fitted.
Jim Royle : What--a wardrobe?
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Norma Speakman : Is this hat too far forward?
Jim Royle : No, we can still see your face.
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Norma Speakman : [about her eye surgeon] D'ya know what he said, Barbara? He said, even though I'm taking the cataract out of your eye, I'm leaving the twinkle in.