Gene Genie

Feb 23, 2008 Author: Ella | Filed under: Ashes to Ashes

I don’t exactly know what it is and I cant put my finger on it, but Gene hunt is so darn sexy, he’s not overly handsome by any means but he has a quality that oozes sex appeal, whether it’s his macho image or his witty quotes I don’t know, I’d gladly commit a crime if I knew he was going to interrogate me and give me a little chastising hehe.

Any way here is a nice selection of some of his quotes, you just gotta love to love them…

My idea of a dream is Diana Dors and a bottle of chip oil.
Hands up! You’re surrounded by armed bastards!
You great, soft, cissy, nancy, French, bender, Man United supporting poof!
I’m Gene Hunt, your DCI and its 1973. Almost dinnertime. I’m having hoops!
Do you know, I once hit a bloke for speaking French!
I think she’s as fake as a tranny’s fanny.
Drugs, eh? What’s the point. They make you forget, make you talk funny, make you see things that aren’t there. My old grandma got all of that for free when she had a stroke.
He’s got fingers in more pies than a leper on a cookery course.
She’s as nervous as a very small nun at a penguin shoot.
Now, yesterday’s shooting. The dealers are all so scared we’re more likely to get Helen Keller to talk.
The Paki in a coma’s about as lively as Liberace’s dick when he’s looking at a naked woman, all in all this investigation’s going at the speed of a spastic in a magnet factory.
There will never be a woman prime minister as long as I have a hole in my arse.
Oh, well let’s entertain it, let’s take it out for a prawn cocktail, a steak and a bottle of Liebfraumilch, then let’s kick it into the gutter where it belongs!
Blardy, blardy, history bloody blardy. It doesn’t take a degree in applied bollocks to know what’s going on!
Listen, you’re not the one who’s going to have to knit himself a new arse after 25 years of aggressive male affection in prison showers, I’m coming with you!.
Oi! Referee! Has anyone ever told you you need glasses, you dozy git? Next time, I run you over!
I’m not a Catholic me’self Mr Warren, but isn’t there something in the Bible about Thou shalt not suck off rent boys?
Anything happens to this motor, I’ll come round your houses and stomp on all your toys. Got it? Good kids.
You think our future king wants to become a tampon, thats not what counts.
Oh just lie back and think of Cheltenham, it’ll be over in a jiffy.
Your son Mrs. Bathurst was a cold-hearted killer and if there’s a hell, he’s going there to be poked up the arse with sharp fiery sticks forever and ever, Amen.
You so much as belch out of line and I’ll have your scrotum on a barbed wire plate.
Let’s fire up the Quattro.
I’ve come at this from more angles than Linda Lovelace.
Do you know, if you were Pinocchio, you would have just poked my eye out.
What are you doing now, listening for indian drums.
I listen to the snot in my hankie before I listen to you.