Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Where I learned football.

No, it's impossible.

[players chattering]

Maybe you're writing letters to a hung poet.

Not now, not ever.

-The dark arts? -No, no.

that romantic comedies with folks like Tom Hanks, Meg Ryan or, uh,

-[growling stops] -Fuck, you're amazing.

-Good, right? Cool. -Mm-hmm.

See that block of flats?

Game day suit. I love it.

Now these next few months might be tricky,

Space-time continuum?

No, er-- Um, it's, uh, A Taste of Athens in T-Tooting.

You're an asshole.

You don't need to be loud, Nathan. You just need to be commanding.

But I have a secret:

and guess what a bunch of little pricks are gonna go and do out there,

[growling continues]

Oh, I hate free coffee anyway, always tastes so, um…

So what do you say?

I don't wanna hear it. We need to get our shit together!

We need to stop playing like shit!

[players murmuring]

This isn't what I'm meant to do.

but believe me, it will all work out.

-That's my wife. -Hmm.

So, this is my mom and dad's favorite restaurant

Sorry. It's just this mystery man that I've been talking to on Bantr

But nowadays they play on whatever day they feel like,

Exactly as it's supposed to.

[chanting continues, faint]

I'm sorry, Roy,

Um, we have an inquiry from AFC Wrexham.

She does not actually exist, so something's up.

-This is like my church. -Oh?

than they ever thought they were capable of being.

after asking Keeley where you were and scootin' my boot right over, that is.

[blows raspberry]