Birthname: Henry Wilfrid Brambell
| Sign | Aries |
| Born | Mar 22, 1912 Dublin, Ireland |
| Died | Jan 18, 1985 London, England |
| Age | Died at 72 |
Wilfrid Brambell | |
| Job | Actor |
| Years active | 1930-84 |
| Top Roles | Grandfather, Verger, Standing Passenger on Tram, Willie Bannock, Mr. Palmer senior |
| Top Genres | Comedy, Drama, Film Adaptation, Musical, Crime, Family |
| Top Topics | Book-Based, Prejudice, Disney |
| Top Collaborators | Joan Sims, Sid James, Carol Reed (Director), Noel Howlett |
| Shares birthday with | Chico Marx, Marcel Marceau, Karl Malden see more.. |
Wilfrid Brambell Overview:
Character actor, Wilfrid Brambell, was born Henry Wilfrid Brambell on Mar 22, 1912 in Dublin, Ireland. Brambell died at the age of 72 on Jan 18, 1985 in London, England .
MINI BIO:
Irish-born actor, specializing in old codgers with teeth missing, but virtually unknown to the public at large until his gigantic success as the horrendous Albert Steptoe, rag-and-bone merchant, in British TV's Steptoe and Son, in which he alternated between pop-eyed horror, cronish cackling and lascivious leers. The series was unsuccessfully transferred to the cinema screen; a sequel was equally disastrous. Died from cancer.
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Wilfrid Brambell Quotes:
Ringo:
Funny, really, 'cause I'd never thought of it, but being middle-aged and old takes up most of your time, doesn't it?
Grandfather: You're only right.
Grandfather: Would you look at him? Sittin' there with his hooter scrapin' away at that book!
Ringo: Well, what's the matter with that?
Grandfather: Have you no natural resources of your own? Have they even robbed you of that?
Ringo: You can learn from books!
Grandfather: You can, can you? Pahh! Sheeps' heads! You could learn more by gettin' out there and living!
Ringo: Out where?
Grandfather: Any old where! But not our little Richard. Oh, no. When you're not thumpin' them pagan skins you're tormenting your eyes with that rubbish.
Ringo: Books are good.
Grandfather: *Parading's* better.
Ringo: Parading?
Grandfather: [nods eagerly] Parading the streets! Trailing your coat! Bowling along! LIVING!
Ringo: Well, I am living.
Grandfather: You? Living? When was the last time you gave a girl a pink-edged daisy? When did you last embarrass a sheila with your cool, appraising stare?
Ringo: You're a bit old for that sort of chat, aren't you?
Grandfather: Well at least I've got a backlog of memories! All you've got is - THAT BOOK!
Ringo: I don't snore.
George: You do, repeatedly.
Ringo: Do I snore, John?
John: Yeah, you're a window-rattler, son.
Ringo: That's just your opinion. Do I snore, Paul?
Paul: With a trombone hooter like yours, it would be unnatural if you didn't.
Grandfather: Now, Paulie... don't mock the afflicted.
Paul: Ah, come off it, it's only a joke!
Grandfather: Aye, it may be a joke to you, but it's his nose. He can't help having a hideous great hooter! And his poor little head, trembling under the weight of it!
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Grandfather: You're only right.
Grandfather: Would you look at him? Sittin' there with his hooter scrapin' away at that book!
Ringo: Well, what's the matter with that?
Grandfather: Have you no natural resources of your own? Have they even robbed you of that?
Ringo: You can learn from books!
Grandfather: You can, can you? Pahh! Sheeps' heads! You could learn more by gettin' out there and living!
Ringo: Out where?
Grandfather: Any old where! But not our little Richard. Oh, no. When you're not thumpin' them pagan skins you're tormenting your eyes with that rubbish.
Ringo: Books are good.
Grandfather: *Parading's* better.
Ringo: Parading?
Grandfather: [nods eagerly] Parading the streets! Trailing your coat! Bowling along! LIVING!
Ringo: Well, I am living.
Grandfather: You? Living? When was the last time you gave a girl a pink-edged daisy? When did you last embarrass a sheila with your cool, appraising stare?
Ringo: You're a bit old for that sort of chat, aren't you?
Grandfather: Well at least I've got a backlog of memories! All you've got is - THAT BOOK!
Ringo: I don't snore.
George: You do, repeatedly.
Ringo: Do I snore, John?
John: Yeah, you're a window-rattler, son.
Ringo: That's just your opinion. Do I snore, Paul?
Paul: With a trombone hooter like yours, it would be unnatural if you didn't.
Grandfather: Now, Paulie... don't mock the afflicted.
Paul: Ah, come off it, it's only a joke!
Grandfather: Aye, it may be a joke to you, but it's his nose. He can't help having a hideous great hooter! And his poor little head, trembling under the weight of it!
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