Not Only But Always is a British TV movie, originally screened on the Channel 4 network in the UK on December 30 2004. Written and directed by playwright Terry Johnson, the film tells the story of the working and personal relationship between the comedians Peter Cook and Dudley Moore, a hugely popular duo in the UK during the 1960s and '70s.

Focusing primarily on Cook, the film traces the pair from their first meeting through their career as part of the Beyond the Fringe review, their television series Not Only... But Also (from which the film takes its title) and various other projects before their later estrangement as Moore became a successful Hollywood film star and Cook remained in the UK. Although some events are fictionalised and condensed, and the film was criticised in some quarters for an unsympathetic portrayal of many of Cook's faults, it was generally well-received critically.

Cook was played by Rhys Ifans, with Aidan McArdle co-starring as Moore.

eter discovers Dudley shagging a young woman in his dressing room when he should be getting ready to go on stage] ter Cook: If you *do* decide to come on stage, Dudley, make sure you take her off your penis first.

dley Moore: Is my entire contribution to this show going to consist of my humiliating myself? ter Cook: No, Dudley. We'll do that for you. dley Moore: Thank you. I wouldn't want to be appreciated or anything. ter Cook: Well, we initially tried looking up to you, Dudley... but when we did, we invariably found ourselves looking down.

eanor Bron: Sorry, sir. The club's full. per Class Man: But I have an invitation. Do you know who I am? ter Cook: [to the people in the queue] Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen. May I have everyone's attention for a moment? This gentleman doesn't seem to know who he is. If anyone here recognises this man, can you come to the front of the queue and tell him his name. per Class Man: Fuck you! ter Cook: You'll have to queue for that, too, I'm afraid, sir. There's a £5 waiting list.

dley Moore: Why do you constantly belittle me? ter Cook: Dudley, I don't think it's possible to belittle a club-footed dwarf whose only talent is to play Chopsticks in the style of Debussy.

ndy Snowden: Everything happens for a purpose. Go with the flow. ter Cook: I've enjoyed the plughole immensely. I can't wait for the drain. ndy Snowden: It's really weird that this has happened when it has. I'm pregnant. dley Moore: I think that was the U-bend, Pete.

dley Moore: You have a generous heart. ter Cook: I do have a generous heart. I have a very generous heart. I recently caught it trying to give my liver to a wino.

dley Moore: Are you allergic to compassion? ter Cook: Only in suppository form.

bout to give a tribute to Dudley Moore on "This Is Your Life"] an Bennett: They wanted a glowing accolade. But I said "No. I'll do an amusing anecdote" - because glowing accolades tend to sound so insincere. ter Cook: ...Especially when they are.

ter Cook: The BBC want another series. dley Moore: Oh good. I'll make it up, you write it down, take all the money, take all the credit, then turn up drunk, and I'll make it all up again.

978: sketch prompted by the recent death of Pope John Paul I] ter Cook: Hello, mother. dley Moore: [falsetto] Hello, son. ter Cook: Did you go to the Pope's funeral? dley Moore: [falsetto] Yeah, I did. It was lovely. ter Cook: The way they laid out the Pope was beautiful. dley Moore: [falsetto] Oh yes, son. ter Cook: Looking at that dead Pope gave me the horn. dley Moore: [falsetto, shocked] No! ter Cook: Yeah, I got so horny seeing him lying in state, I had to have a wank. dley Moore: [corpses] ter Cook: Yeah. I came all over the Pope - right across his face. dley Moore: [corpses]

ter Cook: Alcoholics need a drink first and last thing. I need oral sex and a cigarette. Which means I'm not an alcoholic. n Chong: I'm not going to sleep with you. ter Cook: But you see it would enable me to distinguish you from the cleaner.

dley Moore: You are an arrogant fucking cunt and you have never valued me.

ndy Snowden: You used to take the piss out of me. When we met, I loved it. Then I grew to hate it. So why do I miss it? ter Cook: I'm sorry? ndy Snowden: When a man is bored with his marriage he's supposed to get rude and sullen. You just get increasingly polite. ter Cook: What are you talking about? ndy Snowden: That bloody look on your face. ter Cook: I haven't got a look on my face? ndy Snowden: That's the face I'm talking about. The one without a look on it.

udley Moore notices that Peter Cook is emotionally distraught while about to go through customs] dley Moore: Pete... migration Officer: [forcefully] Sir, step behind the yellow line please, sir. dley Moore: Eh, sorry... ter Cook: [with thick Russian accent] Be careful, Vladimir, Don't blow your cover.

ter Cook: I don't know why you bother. I don't know why you waste so much time on the piano. On your life history, what star sign she is, read her fucking palm. The secret of success with women, Dudley, is to tell them they're dirty, fucking cows, and stupid to boot, always does the trick. dley Moore: That's a technique I've never actually tried. ter Cook: It'd save a lot of time.

dley Moore: Quiet, isn't it. Hardly any traffic, and a surprising absence of sarcasm. ter Cook: The crows do a nice line in withering irony. I trained them myself. But they lack the wit for true satire. Incessant derision is all they manage, really.

dley Moore: I'm writing a book. ter Cook: Really? Neither am I. dley Moore: It's an autobiography. ter Cook: If you mention me, I shall sue. dley Moore: I won't mention you. ter Cook: If you don't, I shall sue. dley Moore: I shall refer to you only as Dorothy Squires. ter Cook: I shall contact my lawyers, immediately.

dley Moore: [walking Cook sprinkle vodka on his cornflakes] Would you like some *cocaine* on that?

ter Cook: [Walking drunk into a brothel] Madam, direct me to your least attractive whore, double the usual price, I wish to indulge in some extreme sado-masochism.