DERRY GIRLS SERIES ONE sentence meme.
feel free to change context/pronouns/etc as necessary.
Sometimes, all I really want is to be left alone.
I’ll find some dirt on you yet. I’ve got people working on it.
I’m not a clone! I should be allowed to express my individuality.
Well, I’m not being an individual on my own!
If I say it’s the law, it’s the law, smart-o.
But Murder, She Wrote is on tonight. You never miss Murder, She Wrote.
Why’s he making that funny noise?
What’s happening, exactly?
Listen, I think there’s been a wee bit of a misunderstanding.
I’m willing to admit it, even if nobody else will, because I’m a beacon of truth.
“We’re going to beat you up,” but, like, in a jokey way.
Well, the thing is, that’s not actually funny, is it?
Why are you reading between the lines?
You’ve never even kissed a boy before. You practise on your pillow sometimes, but you don’t think that’s the same.
The reading of the diary was bad enough, I could do without the quoting it from memory!
Look, whatever happens in there, we have to stick together, OK? We have to back each other up.
Well, I think it’s safe to say we all just lost a bit of respect for you there.
What part of me not giving a flying fuck are you struggling with, exactly?
I’m sorry you had to hear that.
You are a fucking embarrassment.
You were “like” a thief in the night?! You actually were a thief in the night.
If she finds out about this, she will kill you.
I just think it might be time I moved on friendship-wise.
It’s so sad, it really is, it is so, so sad, but at the same time, you know, what’s done is done, so let’s crack on.
But it’s freaky! Don’t you think it’s so freaky?
I’m not gonna bother with any “never sin again” material, ’cos let’s face it, we’ve been there before.
I’ve had a lot of caffeine.
This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
Let’s just get it over with and never, ever speak of it again.
Could you put it another way? I didn’t understand a word of that.
What would I have to be winking about?
It was only a friendly wink.
There is no such thing as a friendly wink!
I really think she’s playing some sort of twisted psychological mind game here.
Aye, that is a bit fucked up, in fairness.
Have you got a Union Jack splashed across your tits?
Is the point, “I’d like to get beaten up”?
Genuine question — why can’t you just be fucking normal?
She doesn’t love you. She’s just using you.
I should be up to something, but I can’t find the person I’m supposed to be up to it with, because this place is like a fucking maze.
It has eight bedrooms and a chocolate fountain.
She is hot and you’re not dead. Yet.
Before you know it, you’ll be faking your own death and assuming a new identity.
We’re placing ourselves in grave danger, which I’m not buzzing about, to be honest.
I am psychic. I did a course. I got a certificate.
So what happened back there was totally fine, but this — this is worth having a panic attack about?
That’d be fabby-dabby-do.
You’re gonna have to never say that sentence again.
There’s bound to be something in here we can steal.
A real life lesbian walks among us.
You seriously need to chill the fuck out.
Do you not think there’s an awful lot of lesbians about nowadays?
You can’t move for lesbians. It’s wall-to-wall lesbians out there.
