‘No. I only opened the door a foot and put my head in. The street lamps shine into that room. I could see him. He was all right. Sleeping like a great grampus. Poor, poor chap.’

Darren: Yeah. They can. Shaun: What do they say? Darren: You know what they say. Shaun: What, lanky four-eyed twat? Darren: Yeah. Shaun: Weirdo goggle-eyed gimp? Darren: Sometimes. Shaun: Frankenstein's albino gonk? Darren: I've never heard that one. Shaun: It's so easy to have a go at a bloke who looks like you, you're just easy pickings, and it's... [trails off and shakes his head] Darren: Sheepshagger they've said sometimes as well. Shaun: I thought sheepshagger was Welsh. Darren: No, it can be Bristol as well. Shaun: I thought Bristol was inbreeding. Darren: Sheepshagging, inbreeding, slavery... we're famous for loads of stuff down there. Shaun: Oh, all right.

UFOs differ from WIPs in that a WIP is a project one is actively pursuing, while a UFO runs the risk of never getting finished.

I'ma get medieval on your ass! (idiomatic sense on you (compare go crazy on you), not literally and specifically on your buttocks)