Shit, shit, shit! VD, VD, VD! Why do I bloody lose everything always?! So you think you're good at games, do you, big boy? Well, what about a REAL game? The game of champions! The clash of the great big minds! The battle of the titans! You mean a see-how-much-custard-you-can- hold-in-your-underpants competition! Ye No! Although that's a bloody good idea! We'll do that later if my idea doesn't work out, but this time let's let the custard cool down.

At a first glance, it is only slightly different than a traditional initrd. Initramfs' are loaded quite a bit sooner than initrd's are. Eddie: Right, how much for this carved wooden leg? Harry the Bastard: Now, there's a nice bit of objet d'art! Must be worth at least two and a half grand. Eddie: Oh! Harry the Bastard: I'll give you one pound fifty for it. Eddie: Let's haggle. Harry the Bastard: All right, a quid. Eddie: No, let's haggle upwards. Harry the Bastard: All right, 50p! Eddie: Blimey, they don't call you "Harry the Bastard" for nothing, do they? Harry the Bastard: No, they call me Ted! They are sharing war stories.] Richie: You'll have to excuse Eddie, his mind's sort of blanked it out. War Veteran: What, 'cos it's so horrible? Richie: No, he's just got that sort of mind. Lily Linneker: (pointing to the television) Can you see alright? Eddie: (confused) No, that’s why I wear glasses. Richie: I have excellent eyesight. Which is remarkable when you think about it.Ooh! You get a forfeit, then! - What do you mean? - This! Don't mess with the party animal! Hi, bird! Get out! It's not your birthday! Wanna come for a ride with me? I know it looks like it but that's not my leg in there! No, no! You can't bash the birthday boy! Not on his birthday! See that? Right, everybody, I've decided what I'd like to do on my birthday is play birthday charades, so all you birds get your blouses off! - You're first, mate! - Who do you think you are? Get off! I think we should call the ambulance now. Richie: What on EARTH are you eating? Eddie: Lard. Richie: You are eating... lard? Eddie: Yeah well I'm hungry, but I'm too drunk to cook.

Spudgun: I think his nappy needs changing. Richie: What? Eddie: Yeah, go on Richie. I mean, you're his... mother. Richie: Ah, come on, guys! This is the twentieth century, it's not fair! Spudgun: But we are not worthy, oh holy one. Eddie: Yeah, yeah that's right, oh chosen thing. Hedgehog: Right, oh one... what he said. Richie: What do you mean, "what he said"? I thought you were supposed to be a wise man! On 4 April 1994, all six single Bottom video releases were re-released as three "complete" double VHS releases. All right, then, not at all! God, I hate crosswords! We can't go on like this! - Why did they take the telly away?! - You know why they took the telly away. Richie: All right, all right, there's no need to be so pedantic. The fact is you owe me eighty pence. Japan Classical Literature University Section 53.54 Kabuki script collection top and bottom (Japanese Book)

After accidentally beating up the Gas Man, Richie and Eddie must remove an illegal gas pipe without disturbing their violent neighbour. You went twice? - What regiment was you in? - The English one, of course! - What outfit was you in? - The green patchy one, mostly. Now here is how the initramfs executes. The first process to get control is the init process. The init process procedurally invokes other scripts kept in the initrd. These scripts are kept in the scripts dir in your initramfs. The scripts dir is further divided into the following dirs:

Richie: "Foxy stoat seeks pig." Shut up Eddie! This is very important. Let's see now, foxy stoat... on the prowl... Rrrrrrrrr... I like that! Musky, musky fox, musky sly old foxy stoat, minky musky sly old stoaty stoaty stoat... Oh this is ridiculous! I'm not getting anywhere. What do they normally put?Richie: Do you know how many birds there are in the world? Eddie: Yeah, about three billion. Richie: Do you know how many of them I've slept with? Eddie: Yep. Richie: None. Eddie: Yeah, I know. Richie: I mean, statistically that's really quite phenomenal, isn't it? Eddie: Not for an ugly fat bastard like you it isn't. Richie: I wonder what sort of great bird'd suit me? Eddie: Blind one. Well, blind deaf masochist really. No, I mean what about a game of chess? Chess? We haven't got a chess set, have we? Of course we have, you silly billy! There's my antique chess set that Auntie Dorothy left me. I look a bit Slavic, don't you think? - What's this cress doing in the fridge? - It's a yoghurt you started during the Gulf War. You shouldn't have! I don't like anyone to make a fuss on my birthday! A bit small, isn't it? Is this how much you value our relationship? Oh, well, what the hell, I may as well be nice about it. Richie: What were the charges again? Eddie: Attempted asphyxiation of the population of West London, detonating 400lbs of Semtex in contravention of the Anti-Terrorist act. Attempted regicide, Arson, causing an affray and... wiggling our todgers at the Queen. Richie: So, its a first offense. I mean talk about Draconian! Eddie: I can't, I dunno what it means.

Eddie: Hello baby. Feeling mysteriously drawn to me are you? Well don't you worry - you can have me whenever you like! Ll-ll-ll-ll-ll-ll- Richie: Blimey, when it said "female" I didn't expect the term to be so broad. Hah.. right.. here we are. Here we go - Death by Sex, Part One. Right, come on. Richie [after hurting his hand hitting Eddie's testicles]: You bastard! That's my wanking hand! Eddie: Uh-uh; wanking finger. Richie: Uh, uh uh; wanking fingernail. Right, Sardines is a game, right? One of us goes and hides and the others have to look for him, but when they find him, they hide with him and they snog with him if they want to If they're a bird, right? Which we're not so we won't.

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Richie: Oh. Oooh. Ah ha ha ha-ha. Trying to decide which one of us to have, are you? Well before you decide let me tell you that, ah, "Tiny" Eddie here and.. I.. h-hmm.. share the same flat so don't worry, you'll both be waking up in the same house. Richie attempts to lull Eddie to sleep] Richie: Night-Night, Sleep Tight. Hope the bed bugs do not bite. If they do, do a poo. Put it in a Cornish Stew. Into the ambulance, dring-dring-dring! Fish trousers elephant in Peking. Saw a busy bee; Diddle-diddle-dee. Daddy's an accountant just like me. Night-Night, God Bless.