Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh. Six. Thank you.

Come on, let's try this again, all right? Hey, Jamie. You wanna go?

Hey, uh, thank you, guys, so much for taking my picture.

Sometimes my nights just magically free up.

-[photographer 3] Nice, ladies. -Rebecca, over here!

-All right. A thousand pounds. -Oh.

-You're a nasty bastard-- -No, I'm going first.

Do you like it when people tell you... that you've got a piece of food in your teeth?

I'm done with you being a prick to everyone.

I'm sorry, babe.

-I'll fucking kill you! -[all shouting]

Night's gonna take a turn for the worse if you say no.

Four thousand pounds!

-Hey, hey, hey! -[players shouting]

I'm alone, Ted. Just like he said I would be if I left.

Playing in this league, making all that money.

Looks like we still got ourselves a team divided here.

Mutual respect.

Shoot, I was hoping I'd catch ya. Uh, got your message.

There it is. Oh. You got it. Oh. Catch it! Yep! Ho! Look at that!

Because you can all bid on our very own Richmond players.

Six thousand pounds.

Wait, are y'all playing a game without a board?

Hey, Rebecca. You do not wanna judge this book by its cover right here, okay?

You looked so jealous. It was so cool.

Jamie, it was a joke.

Right back at ya, boss.

-Romance is not dead. -Guys, sorry, sorry. I just--

No. I hate it, babe.

IS THE HORSE OK?

Playing a little phone tag, it appears. And you are now it.

I'll go, uh, track her down and, uh, run it up the flagpole, huh?

[gasps] I wish I was that ice cube.

I have been cajoled into being your auctioneer for this evening.

No. Please, anything.

-Roy. -He's a piece of shit.

I mean, even when Rupert and I were running the gala together,

being booed lustily by their home fans,

[Keeley chuckles]

You're not gonna walk into that one, are you, Ted?

-Well, he's an old pal of mine. -Mm.