So, Eddy and Patsy are coming back for an Ab Fab Christmas special - Joanna Lumley and Jennifer Saunders were spotted filming in Holland Park yesterday and Bond Street today. Will it be any good? We really hope so - it all jumped the shark around the third series (although we think it might've been a small dog), but you know how when you normally look back on old favourites and they're a bit rubbish? Well, we've just spent a few minutes amusing ourselves with clips and quotes from pre-third series.. While the show was 'of its time', they are plenty of way to update it - in a way that you couldn't with a series based around a hotel in Cornwall. Besides, Christmas specials are all about nostalgia and we'll probably all be as pissed as Patsy by the time we watch it. Saunders has had a tough time and we want her to do good - she taught us what Lacroix and bolly were.

LOL at this lot...

EDDY: I don't know what went wrong with Justin. We adored each other.
PATSY: He's gay.

EDDY: You only work in a shop, you know. You can drop the attitude. 

PATSY: Oh my god there's something horrible on the stairs!
SAFFY: It's me.
PATSY: I'm not blind.

EDDY: Oh sweetie darling... squish squish... Look mommy is crying... squish squish.

MOTHER: Are those your old trousers, dear? It was rather like putting toothpaste back into the tube even then.

PATSY: The last mosquito that bit me had to book into the Betty Ford Clinic.

EDDY: What you two don't seem to realize is that inside of me, inside of me, there is a thin person just screaming to get out.
MOTHER: Just the one, dear? 

EDDY: Sweetie what are you drinking?
PATSY Oh this? Chanel No. 5. 

SAFFY: [commenting on Patsy's new Botox look] You look like a haggis with pointed toes. A tight old bladder skin holding together some rotting offal. 

EDDY: I thought I told you to buy a laptop.
BUBBLE: A lap... top? Top?
[opens her bag and reveals a small lap dog]
EDDY: Get rid of it.
BUBBLE: Oh! But I've grown so fond! And it's SO cute. And... it's not just for life! It's for Christmas! 

EDDY: All men want it tight and trim down there...
PATSY: Yeah, not swinging saloon doors!

BUBBLE (pushing vacuum): Hoover! Hoover! Hoover!
EDDY: You have to turn it on, not just make the noise! 

(Pheasant has landed on Patsy's head)
PATSY: Oh Eddy, is it... Is it a hat?
EDDY: It's the ghost of my pheasant that's on your head, sweetheart!
PATSY: Will it be with me forever?? 

PATSY: What about Joan Collins?
EDDY: No darling, she's in liquid form now. We'd have to pour her in and paste her together again.

BUBBLE: Oh, what a weekend I have had! Request, request, request. Elton John's invited me to his place in the south of France. I said "no thank you". His villa is like a halfway house to the priory. Will I go and keep Elizabeth Hurley company? Will I bugger! Has she got no friends of her own?
EDDY: Who is this now? Who has she become?