| Victoria:
|
It's always the
same. I never know what to wear. |
| Melanie
C: |
It must be so
hard for you, Victoria. I mean, having to
decide whether to wear the little Gucci
dress, the little Gucci dress, or... the
little Gucci dress! |
| Victoria:
|
Exactly. |
| Emma:
|
I know, why don't
you wear the little Gucci dress? |
| Victoria: |
Good idea.
Thanks, Em |
| Emma:
|
But we can't
dance like that. |
| Major
Steps: |
I know. I've seen
your videos! Hahahahahaha! |
| Emma:
|
You know, I'm
always gonna be known as Baby Spice, even
when I'm... 30! |
| Victoria:
|
You love it
really Emma, you play up to it all the
time |
| Emma: |
No I don't! |
Victoria:
|
Yes you do,
you're doing it now. |
| Emma: |
No I'm not! |
| Victoria:
|
Sunday drivers!
It's only Saturday! |
| Victoria:
|
Help! |
Melanie C:
|
Help what? |
Victoria:
|
This dress is dry
clean only Melanie! |
| Clifford:
|
Well done girls,
excellent performance. |
| Mel
B: |
How do you know
Clifford? You weren't even watching. |
| Clifford:
|
I sensed the
vibes. I have an excellent vibe sensor
(pointing to his forehead) - right here. |
| Emma |
He doesn't love
us any more. |
| Clifford: |
Yes I do. I love
you like a wildebeast loves five
lionesses chewing at his legs |
| Geri: |
Well, That's a
start |
| Emma:
|
Aliens! |
| Victoria:
|
In really cheap
green coats! |
| Mel
B: |
Come on Vicky... |
| Victoria:
|
I can't run in
these heels! |
| Victoria:
|
Hold on to your
knickers girls! |
Geri:
|
I spy with my
bionic eye, something beginnng with H. |
| Emma:
|
Hospital. |
| Victoria:
|
Shut up Geri! |
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| Emma:
|
I love this song |
| Geri:
|
That's cause we
wrote it! |
| Geri: |
Check |
| Mel
B: |
What do you mean
check? |
| Geri: |
I mean check, my
bishop's got your king. |
| Mel
B: |
Where? |
| Geri: |
There, ya either
got to move it in front, or move it out
the way. |
| Mel
B: |
Well I'm gonna
move that fairground horse free and move
that fairground horse to there, sort that
out. |
| Geri: |
Ya cant do that! |
| Mel
B: |
Says who? |
| Geri: |
Says Mr. Chess,
it's been in the rules for thousands of
years. |
| Mel
B: |
Well I'm gonna
move all these little fair feilds like
that.... |
| Geri: |
I'm gonna slap
you in a minute! |
| Geri: |
Horoscopes! |
| Emma: |
I dont believe in
star signs |
| Geri: |
See you wouldnt
because you're an aquarian, aquarians
dont believe in anything. |
| Emma: |
Well I dont
believe that either |
| Mel
B: |
UUUUUrgh, I cant
find my boots.............There they are! |
| Geri: |
What? |
| Mel
B: |
My boots Geri
you're wearing my boots! |
| Geri: |
Oh yeah, I dont
know how that happened. |
| Mel
B: |
Typical, typical
leo borrowing stuff withough even asking. |
| Geri: |
No, that's
capricorn. |
Mel C:
|
Oy, dont you be
starting on capricorns! |
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| Mel B: |
Does
anyone know how to deliver a baby? |
| Geri: |
Don't
worry, I know all about home delivery. |
| Mel B: |
Yeah,
right. |
| Geri: |
Well, I
read it in a book. Okay, the first thing
to do is... put your legs together! |
| Mel B: |
Well
that's a bit late! She should have done
that nine months ago! |
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