From the sixth series on, he adopts some of the mannerisms of a stereotypical yuppie of the late 1980s, pretending to be much more wealthy than he really is, as he tries to associate with the upper classes despite being obviously underclass.

It Never Rains... [2.6] [ edit ] Rodney: You were gun-running in the middle of a civil war? Grandad: Well, that's the best time to do it Rodney, supply and demand. Rodney: Why you dirty little mercenary. Grandad: Oh we didn't do it purely for financial gain. Oh no, we both felt a deep commitment to a political cause. Del: Which side were you selling to? Grandad: Well whichever side had the most money, really. Del and Rodney managed to auction off the John Harrison "lesser watch".] Del: How much exactly did it go for? Rodney: Six point two million. Just over three million each. Del: Well we've had worse days, ain't we? I was intrigued to find out more. “Oh aye Ranald, and how do you plan on doing that?” I enquired, half expecting to hear the punch line from a joke. Rodney can't go to Australia because of his drug conviction, yet Del is still keen to go without him, much to Rodney's chagrin.] Del: Don't you think I've sacrificed enough for you?! Rodney: Sacrifices? For me? Del: Yes you, when dear Mum, God rest her soul, when she died... Rodney: Don't start again. Del: When she died, who stood by you? Rodney: Yes, I remember that well. I was a little 5-year-old stood in a damp graveyard wondering what the hole in the ground was for, I remember all the other people saying "I wonder what's gonna happen to poor little Rodney?" But I had no need to fear, did I, 'cos suddenly a vision appeared from beyond the silhouette of the gasworks. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it's Del Boy! Da da da daad! "I, Del Boy, will look after this small waif. I will bring him up in the ways of Del Boy. He will sell iffy watches from old suitcases on street corners. And I will also teach him to drive a three-wheeled van whilst pissed out of his skull!" Del: And I did, didn't I? Its seventh regular series aired in 1991 and was followed by sporadic Christmas specials until the show ended in 2003.

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Heather: (after listening to Old Shep) Did you have an old dog? Del: I've had many old dogs in my time!

Even his usually supportive - if slightly peculiar – mum dared to venture he might want to change his dreams, with the defeatist statement that comedy is ‘not a career for people like us’, skint working-class people. Del: (when Rodney claims that the Axe Murderer is nearby) So what are you telling me then? The psycho's up stairs having a kip? Grandad: Well he could be up there, Del Boy. Del: Well I shouldn't let it worry you Grandad, I should think the three bears have probably eaten him by now! I’m going to be a millionaire” was his reply. In an almost off the cuff manor as if this was something pretty standard. It was a bold statement, and to be said so candidly caught me off balance. I don’t like to see myself as a judgmental kind of person but here was someone that had left school with nothing and was working on a farm, explaining that he was going to be a millionaire. As One Door Closes [4.7] [ edit ] Rodney: (upon losing a chunk of hair to one of Del's super-sharp combs) I'm going bald. Derek, I am 24 years old and I'm going bald! Albert: That's supposed to be a sign of something. Rodney: Yeah, it's a sign that I'm going bald. Del Boy is a compulsive liar, particularly to women, customers, policemen and even his family and doctors. He sometimes lies when it is against his best interests, such as when he claims to be a health freak while suffering from severe stomach pains, leading to his spending several days under observation in hospital rather than receiving an immediate diagnosis. In "The Long Legs of the Law" he implies that he supports Chelsea.Raquel: (when Rodney arrives at the Nag's Head after cleaning Del's recently accquired Capri Ghia) Your finger's bleeding, Rodney. Rodney: Yeah, that happened when me hand went straight through the bodywork! I'm bleeding, see! There's blood! Oh yeah. Mike, you got a plaster? Del: Oi, what do you mean your hand went through straight through the bodywork? Rodney: There's a big rust hole in the wing. Boycie's blokes had stuffed it full of newspapers and body-filler and sprayed over it. Boycie: That's slanderous, Rodney. That must have happened before I took possession of the vehicle! Rodney: They were yesterday's newspapers! Normally filled with wisdom and wit, who wants to think of our beloved Del Boy as upset? Certainly not us. Sandra: I'll give you 24 hours breathing space time to shall we say spring clean your flat and after that I'm coming round with the CID, That's 24 hours Rodney. Rodney: Reminds me of that Gene Pitney song you know "24 Hours from Dartmoor".