Dudley Stuart John Moore, CBE (19 April 1935 – 27 March 2002) was an English actor, comedian, composer and musician.
Moore first came to prominence as one of the four writer-performers in the ground-breaking comedy revue Beyond the Fringe in the early 1960s, and then became famous as half of the highly popular television double-act he formed with Peter Cook.
His fame as a comedy film actor was later heightened by success in hit Hollywood films such as 10 with Bo Derek and Arthur in the late 1970s and early 1980s, respectively. He received an Oscar nomination for the latter role. He was frequently referred to in the media as "Cuddly Dudley" or "The Sex Thimble", a reference to his short stature and reputation as a "ladies' man".
Moore was born in Charing Cross Hospital, London, the son of Ada Francis (née Hughes), a secretary, and John Moore, a railway electrician. He was brought up in Dagenham, Essex. He was notably short: 5 ft 2.5 in (1.588 m) and was born with club feet that required extensive hospital treatment and which, coupled with his diminutive stature, made him the butt of jokes from other children. His right foot responded well to corrective treatment and had straightened itself by the time he was six, but his left foot became permanently twisted and consequently his left leg below the knee was withered. Seeking refuge from his problems, he became a choirboy at the age of six and took up piano and violin. He rapidly developed into a highly talented pianist and organist and was playing the pipe organ at church weddings by the age of 14. He attended Dagenham County High School (now The Sydney Russell School) where he received musical tuition from a dedicated teacher, Peter Cork. Cork became a friend and confidant to Moore, corresponding with him until 1994.
[Peter discovers Dudley shagging a young woman in his dressing room when he should be getting ready to go on stage]::Peter Cook: If you *do* decide to come on stage, Dudley, make sure you take her off your penis first.
Dudley Moore: Is my entire contribution to this show going to consist of my humiliating myself?::Peter Cook: No, Dudley. We'll do that for you.::Dudley Moore: Thank you. I wouldn't want to be appreciated or anything.::Peter Cook: Well, we initially tried looking up to you, Dudley... but when we did, we invariably found ourselves looking down.
Eleanor Bron: Sorry, sir. The club's full.::Upper Class Man: But I have an invitation. Do you know who I am?::Peter 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.::Upper Class Man: Fuck you!::Peter Cook: You'll have to queue for that, too, I'm afraid, sir. There's a £5 waiting list.
Dudley Moore: Why do you constantly belittle me?::Peter 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.
Wendy Snowden: Everything happens for a purpose. Go with the flow.::Peter Cook: I've enjoyed the plughole immensely. I can't wait for the drain.::Wendy Snowden: It's really weird that this has happened when it has. I'm pregnant.::Dudley Moore: I think that was the U-bend, Pete.
Dudley Moore: You have a generous heart.::Peter 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.
Dudley Moore: Are you allergic to compassion?::Peter Cook: Only in suppository form.
[about to give a tribute to Dudley Moore on "This Is Your Life"]::Alan Bennett: They wanted a glowing accolade. But I said "No. I'll do an amusing anecdote" - because glowing accolades tend to sound so insincere.::Peter Cook: ...Especially when they are.
Peter Cook: The BBC want another series.::Dudley 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.
[1978: sketch prompted by the recent death of Pope John Paul I]::Peter Cook: Hello, mother.::Dudley Moore: [falsetto] Hello, son.::Peter Cook: Did you go to the Pope's funeral?::Dudley Moore: [falsetto] Yeah, I did. It was lovely.::Peter Cook: The way they laid out the Pope was beautiful.::Dudley Moore: [falsetto] Oh yes, son.::Peter Cook: Looking at that dead Pope gave me the horn.::Dudley Moore: [falsetto, shocked] No!::Peter Cook: Yeah, I got so horny seeing him lying in state, I had to have a wank.::Dudley Moore: [corpses]::Peter Cook: Yeah. I came all over the Pope - right across his face.::Dudley Moore: [corpses]
Hoy cinco del mes, y ya cobré. Y me voy
a Parque Patricios
a buscar a un amigo, me meto en el bar La Perla
y pido una cerveza, mientras espero a un amigo que aún no llega.
Todo lo miro sentado desde el bar
todo lo miro sentado desde el bar
todo lo miro.
YA PASARON CUATRO HORAS Y NI NOTICIAS DE MI AMIGO
(Cuatro horas han pasado y ni noticias de mi amigo)
me pido otra cerveza, mientras espero
las putas en la esquina venden su sexo,
por un paR de billetes, que hoy yo tengo.
Todo lo miro sentado desde el bar
todo lo miro sentado desde el bar
todo lo miro.
Moralidad pasó por la esquina del bar
y las putitas, se abrojaron sin pensar
la rubia de tus sueños, se pidió una whiscola
mientras yo miraba sentado, desde mi mesa
Todo lo miro sentado desde el bar
todo lo miro sentado desde el bar
todo lo miro,
desde el bar.
Hoy cinco es 5 del mes, y ya cobré.
Y me voy a Parque Patricios a buscar a un amigo,
me meto en el bar La Perla y pido una cerveza,
mientras espero a un amigo que aún no llega.
Todo lo miro sentado desde el bar
todo lo miro sentado desde el bar
todo lo miro.
Cuatro horas han pasado y ni noticias de mi amigo
me pido otra cerveza, mientras espero
las putas en la esquina venden su sexo,
por un par de billetes, que hoy yo tengo.
Todo lo miro sentado desde el bar
todo lo miro sentado desde el bar
todo lo miro.
1,2,3,4
Moralidad pasó por la esquina del bar
y las putitas, se abrojaron sin pensar
la rubia de tus sueños, se pidió una whiscola
mientras yo miraba sentado, desde mi mesa
Todo lo miro sentado desde el bar
todo lo miro sentado desde el bar
todo lo miro,
desde el bar,