Bad Dad Quotes

“They may have only had one pence to spend, but their hearts beamed with gold.”
― David Walliams, Bad Dad

“The man said nothing, and closed the bedroom door behind him.”
― David Walliams, Bad Dad

“Without”
― David Walliams, Bad Dad

“The boy lay still on his deflated Lilo, listening to Dad and Auntie Flip talking in the living room. After a few minutes, Frank’s bedroom door opened a little, and Dad peered in. The boy shut his eyes tight in a pantomime of sleep. “I’m sorry, mate,” whispered Dad, “but I have no choice. I have to do this. For both of us.” Frank opened one eye the tiniest bit. He saw his dad framed in the doorway. It was something Frank thought he’d never see again: his father had his old racing gear on.”
― David Walliams, Bad Dad

“No, he walks funny because he only has one leg.” “His leg fell off because he ate my fudge?!” Raj looked to the heavens again and put his hands together in prayer. “Lord, please have mercy on my soul! I am not a bad man. I just use best-before dates as a very rough guide, rounding them up to the nearest decade!”
― David Walliams, Bad Dad

“It don’t matter. Now finish up those baked beans. I need you to go to bed!” Like all children in the world, Frank knew exactly what time his bedtime was and it wasn’t now. “But it’s not my bedtime yet!” he protested. “By the time you are ready for bed, it will be.” That logic, although sound, was deeply annoying. “Not fair! Why do I have to go to bed now?” “Auntie Flip will be here any minute to look after you.” “Oh no,” replied Frank. “Don’t be like that. She’s the only family we’ve got. And, best of all, she is always up for babysitting.” “I’m not a baby.” “I know that, mate.” “And why is it called ‘babysitting’? You mustn’t sit on a baby.” “Ha! Ha!” Dad laughed. “I dunno!” “Where are you going anyway?”
― David Walliams, Bad Dad

“Flip had written many volumes of poetry:”
― David Walliams, Bad Dad

“dining room and up the stairs to”
― David Walliams, Bad Dad

“Very well,” replied Auntie Flip. “I came ninety-seventh!” “Congratulations. Ninety-seventh!” “Thank you.” Flip blushed with pride. “How many entrants were there?” “Ninety-eight,” replied Frank.”
― David Walliams, Bad Dad

“Auntie Flip had written many volumes of poetry:”
― David Walliams, Bad Dad

“The Mini was now trapped in a circular cage of police cars. A police helicopter hovered overhead, shining a spotlight on the Mini. There was no way out. came”
― David Walliams, Bad Dad