This page is an attempt at a definitive quote page for the god of the modern man,
DCI Gene Hunt!
I couldn't have done it without the help of my Snugradio co-host Lee who clipped all the series 2 files for this page.
Should you find this page lacking, or have any requests, feel free to mail me with the quote and the episode it's in at snugradio@yahoo.co.uk
The Wisdom of DCI Gene Hunt (& colleagues)
The SnugRadio Life on Mars mix 1
The SnugRadio Life on Mars mix 2
Gene:
He's Dead! It's quite serious!
Fanny in the flat...Nice Work
SoopaDoopa
Tits in a Jumper!
Drop your weapons! You are surrounded by armed bastards!
It's 1973, almost dinnertime. I'm 'avin 'oops!
Trust the Gene Genie!
I wanna hump Britt Ekland...What're we gonna do...!
Was that 'E' and you don't know the rest?! or you going 'Eeee, I Dunno'
Good Girl! Prostate probe and no jelly.
Give over, it's nothing like Spain!
I'll come over your houses and stamp on all your toys!
The Wizard will sort it out. It's cos of the wonderful things he does
Cartwright can jump up and down on his knackers!
It's not a windup love, he really thinks like this!
Women! You can't say two words to them
I was thinking, maybe, a Berni Inn!
If I wanted a bollocking for drinking too much...!
Shhhh...hear that...that's the sound of this case being closed!
Chicken!? In a basket!?
Seems a large quantity of cocaine...
You probably thought he kept his cock in his keks!
The tail-end of Rays demotion speech!
Stephen Warren is gay!?
You're a smart boy, use your initiative!
Don't be such a Jessie!
I find the idea of a bird brushing her teeth...!
Never been tempted to the Magic talcum powder?
Make sure she's got nice tits!
You're more likely to find an ostrich with a plum up it's arse!
Drink this lot under the table and have a pint on the way home!
Never be a female Prime Minister!
Pub? Pub! pub!.....Pub!
Thou shalt not suck off rent boys!
The number for the special clinic is on the notice board!
If me uncle had tits, would he be me auntie!
Got your vicars in a twist!
We Done?!
Others:
Sam: White dog shit...that takes me back.
Sam dresses Gene down!
Your mates got balls...If they were any bigger he'd need a wheelbarrow!
The Ending - from 'I want to go home' to the end music.
Gene:
Was he boffin yer mother up the Arris and eating all yer cream horns...?
Start behaving like a detective and show some balls.
Sorry Guv, Bank or Post Offices...?
This is why birds and C.I.D. don't mix...
It doesn't take a degree in applied bollocks to know what's going on.
I've seen cesspits with more brains.
Diana Dors & a bottle of chip oil...
The criminal fraternity sometimes indulge in practices called pretending and lying.
And stub his Cuban out on his hand.
Yes, Thank You Dorothy, I think we worked that out.
I'm bumping you back up to DS...
That's a drip from my fried egg butty, Luv.
I never fart for fear of shitting myself.
I love you...(oh..you filthy swine)...oo yeah.
Should've taken Cartwright with you...She could've flashed her tits and stopped 'em.
George Rills died of a heart attack induced by stress...
Harry Wolfs illustrious career speech.
Give me an excuse to kick the crap out of ya.
You're not the one who's gonna have to knit himself a new arsehole
Fingers in more pies than a leper in a cookery course...
You great, soft, cissy, girly, nancy, french bender Man United supporting puff!
The full 'Friggin Bastard Murderer' speech
He has this terrible condition called naivety...
As nervous as a very small nun at a penguin shoot.
Just be the picky pain in the arse your normally are...
Legendary prowess as a lover...
You're going to be begging for those rabid ferrets...
I was happy to put some scrote down to buy us time...
The scumbags of the Earth are out there spreading a new poison in my city
What have you got in your garden shed these days? ...(lawnmowers?)
I could stick a shotgun up me arse, pull the trigger and they'd still miss.
Fine by me...give me a shout if he needs a slap.
Oh, He's a right little smartarse!
...going at the speed of a spastic in a magnet factory.
The world's getting tougher and the police have to match it.
A villan farts in this city, our snouts should be able to name the arse responsible
I intend to drink the equivalent of the North Sea in whisky tonight
Well done Miss Marple...That's why we need women detectives.
Others:
Ray: What's coming next? Dwarves?
Ray: I've got nothing against Gunga-Dins.
Annie: Let's hope you don't get in my firing line...
Annie, Sam, Ray & Chris: The Stinger
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