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Post by Steven on Aug 16, 2006 18:54:23 GMT
GAIL: You take that back! EILEEN: You should take your daughter back and ask for a full refund!
GAIL: I've got my eye on you! EILEEN: I can't help being beautiful!
Love it. Although it rings a little hollow this time when Eileen's offspring is clearly the one in the wrong this time.
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Post by Nurse Dunkley on Aug 16, 2006 19:06:06 GMT
EILEEN: I can't help being beautiful! I loved the way she said that. It was so tough and manly, and it came from nowhere. It was unfair that it was 2 on 1, Eileen should have had Sean on side. She'd have won with a gay. However, Audrey's final line about needing stronger glasses if beauty is in the eye of the beholder was cack, so Eileen owned them.
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Post by Steven on Aug 16, 2006 19:10:24 GMT
Totally. I respec' Eileen for not even bothering to answer it. Audrey brought a kitten's claws to a catfight.
However, none of these lines were a patch on "oh look, here comes the rest of the Village People."
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Post by Nicholas on Aug 16, 2006 19:10:52 GMT
I love Eileen for winning this. But respect to Gail and Audrey for "Where's Jason? In Soho with Todd?". Real class.
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Post by Nick on Aug 16, 2006 19:14:32 GMT
The best part was Rosie Webster's delighted expression when the old/(er) women started shouting at each other right in front of her.
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Post by FeelsLikeKellyCrabtree on Aug 16, 2006 19:20:02 GMT
Surely it's only a matter of time before one of them twats the other on the cobbles. A bitch fight in the Street is long overdue
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Post by Steven on Aug 16, 2006 19:45:01 GMT
I love Eileen for winning this. But respect to Gail and Audrey for "Where's Jason? In Soho with Todd?". Real class. I'm surprised that didn't come up earlier, actually, when Rosie said the hair straighteners were for Sarah, and Audrey pulled a "well, it wouldn't be the first time she's shacked up with a gay" face.
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Post by ruthie on Aug 17, 2006 7:12:30 GMT
I love Eileen for winning this. But respect to Gail and Audrey for "Where's Jason? In Soho with Todd?". Real class. I'm surprised that didn't come up earlier, actually, when Rosie said the hair straighteners were for Sarah, and Audrey pulled a "well, it wouldn't be the first time she's shacked up with a gay" face. And there was the 'Are you sure they're not Jason's? He's always been very vain' comment. Brilliant. I hope the eastenders scriptwriters were watching and learning!
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Post by Robbing the Dead on Aug 20, 2006 17:33:31 GMT
Is anyone else tired of the whole Gail and Eileen feud?
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Post by Cherubic on Aug 21, 2006 8:21:20 GMT
No.
I will only tire of it when Eileen smacks in Gail's smug, aspirational, eternally puzzled face with a discarded cobblestone and then dances round her handiwork to the strains of joyful seventies disco. Then kicks her a bit.
After that they can be friends and forget about it.
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Post by klee on Aug 21, 2006 8:47:06 GMT
Gail and Eileen represent the two opposing camps (natch) of working class culture. Their ongoing feud is some kind of campily executed Marxist dialectic and therefore genius.
Gail is the 'I want to be middle class but live in a Salford terrace' Blossom Hill drinking, self-deluding, small-minded hypocrite who alienates herself from her friends, family and children because of absrud notions of her own self-worth.
Eileen is the 'two pints and a pack of pork scratchings' working class and don't you forget it type who goes down the shop for a loaf in her curlers, has a useless husband who she dominates with a rolling pin and administers jam butties, affection and curses with a Silk Cut hanging from her lower lip.
Southerners: when watching Corrie imagine Les Dawson playing the older women. It works much better when you think of it as music hall comedy. Eastenders grew out of the kitchen sink drama of the '50s. That's why it's so fucking dreary.
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Post by Adrian on Aug 23, 2006 10:05:50 GMT
Gail... absurd notions of her own self-worth. Her own self-Helen-worth. A
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