You’re a horrible boyfriend.
Dec lays it out to Bingo.
What I need is a montage.
Dec couldn’t be arsed actually learning to board.
I’m terribly sorry, I’m a gentleman.
Ant, sliding slowly downhill, apologises after grabbing two handfuls of Austrian instructor funbag.
The next time I see a 5-year old I’m going to glass the fucker.
The talented wee bairns on the slopes upset an inept Dec.
I smell like a donkey sanctuary.
Après-ski, Ant gets a whiff of his socks.
A – I’m going to be the big spoon.
D – Then I’m going to be the teaspoon.
A – Cool. Fine by me.
D – Can Teddy be the egg spoon?
Ant and Dec discussing the night’s sleeping arrangements.
I don’t care who you’re talking to – hang up. It’s bang-bang time.
Ant emerges from the shower clad only in a towel and insists that Dec curtail his conversation with The Girlfriend.
I’m so glad SHOUTY’s not here.
Declan sees the bright side in the midst of a long-winded conversation about semantics.
Dec: There hasn’t been enough homosexuality on this trip.
A: Suck this and say that again.
Ant brings Dec up on a point of order.
I’m still obsessed with Ant’s wanking spanner.
A qoute by Bingo. Genuinely, I have no idea of any context in which this is acceptable.
L – Who sings this song?
A – Aaron Neville.
Dave – Gary Neville?
Dave refuses to hide his knowledge of soul music under the bushel of silence.
So is she all about the Lego and the bacon, then?
Dec questions a complete stranger about his Danish wife.
I’m having a problem with the snow.
Dave puts his finger on the problem with snowboarding.
L – Oh Christ, we’re bad. What’s snowboard speak for “Less than rad”?
A – DEG?
Ant earns mad respect from his boarding homies by breaking out jokes about scientific calculators.
I think I’m ready to go now.
Dec’s “Captain Oates moment” before sliding backward down an Alp.
But then I forgot I had a maglev installed in my arse.
Lawrence tries to explain away another of his sliding-down-the-hill-leaving-an-arsefurrow moments.
Dec – I was contemplating a serious blog post about family, friends, and syphilis.
A – I’ve got all three of those.
L – Piss off – you’ve got no mates.
Dec – And your family did all die of syphilis.
Stark reality is gently unveiled to Mushy in the kind, caring way that his colleagues know best.
Dec – Sprechen Sie Deutsch? Parlez vous Fraincais? Do you speak English?
Girl – Nederlands.
Dec tries to engage the 6 year old girl with whom he’s sharing a chair lift in conversation. Dec failed.
He’s young, dumb and full of cum.
Ant appraises the new boarding instructor.
I’ll pop a lid in your ass.
Dec gets street on the slopes.
I think it’s because you’re old and you suck.
A precocious 16 year old Dutch girl appraises Ant’s snowboarding malaises.
Ist Kapitalismus nicht wunderbar?
(Is capitalism not wonderful?)
Dec, while walking through a crowded outdoor bar brandishing an empty bottle of Champagne.
You never vote for us in Eurovision.
Enraged, a visibly shaking Dave pulls out the campest insult of the holiday, directed toward a random Maltese bloke.
Perl strikes me as a particularly effete language.
Ant plumbs the depths of his boundless knowledge of IT, to serve up some more wisdom to the admiring masses.
I know that one of them is clubs, and the other spades.
Amarillo Dec shows his poker face during a game of Cards.
And was the holy lamb of [thud]
Ant sings hymns down the side of an Alp while faceplanting the holy living shit out of himself.
A – You’re the most middle-class looking person I’ve ever seen.
Dec – If I were any more middle class, I’d be outside gunning down migrants.
Dec puts forward his candidacy for UKIP.