Let’s be ‘Withnail and I’ (1987)

I'm the Camberwell Carrot.

I'm the over praise.

I’m the arena of the unwell.

I'm the "other place."

I'm Mr McGann and this movie completely depends on my handsome face

(of course, I lost my looks fairly soon afterwards)

I'm Uncle Monty's garden:

[quite]Oh! you little traitors. I think the carrot infinitely more fascinating than the geranium. The carrot has mystery. Flowers are essentially tarts. Prostitutes for the bees. There is a certain je ne sais quoi - oh, so very special - about a firm, young carrot..

I’m that dreadful little Israelite on the Charing Cross Road

I'm the agent. I must be dead.

I'm Monty's cat. It must die, it must die!

I'm a perfumed ponce.

I feel like a pig shat in my head.

If this was a forum for straight British university students, this would be a much longer and more lively thread....

I'm the finest wines available to humanity

I'm the snuffling dog that makes Richard E. Grant corpse through the cafe scene.

I'm the here hare

Here hare here?

I've gone on holiday by mistake

I just saw this movie for the first time last night. Is Marwood in love with Withnail? And at the end, it seems Withnail is sad that Marwood is leaving him and regrets his choices.

The "I must sleep with you because I've been scared" - convenient isn't it, when you're both half or more nude?

I’m balls! I’ll swallow it and run a mile!

I’m shoving it up your ass for free, and fucking off while you do it!

I’m two pound ten a tit, and a fiver for his arse!

I’m the eon Monty had to wait for assistance!

A coward you are, Withnail. An expert on bulls you are not.

I'm the eel salesman.

I’m free to those who can afford it, very expensive to those who can’t.

I'm the Deep Heat Withnail uses to keep warm.

I’m the black spots. Those aren't accidents, they're throwing themselves into the road gladly to escape all this hideousness!

I'm trying to change a tire on the pissing rain.

I'm the perpetually hot, brilliant, and fabulous Bruce Robinson--behind the scenes and any/everywhere else.

I'm also a trained actor, reduced to the status of a bum!

I'm Jeff Wode, flinging my orb about.

I'm the fucking farmer.

Of course you're the fucking farmer!

I’m the burglary.

I'm my friend in 1988 chastising me for praising this homophobic movie.

I'm Juan.

I’m sitting in a park and I’m practically dead.

I'm the spade in the bathtub, and not the kind now referred to as a round-pointed shovel.

I’m the spontaneous fencing match between Withnail and I in the cabin that was cut from the film, but still exists in the stage versions.

I'm Uncle Monty climbing into bed.

I’m the piece of work that is Man!

I’m the toilet traitor!

I’m the question, “Are you a sponge, or a stone?”

R42 and I'm the toilet trader! But I do like where you went with this. ❤️🌟

I voted Conservative, R43.