Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All that aggression out here...

I cleaned my teeth and had a shit.

Martin knew that the school and our parents always believed each other.

(raucous singing)

- Are you going? - It's my party.

- OK, so food slipped your mind. - I have got food.

I bought a Telegraph and a Kit Kat...

Then I thought, at least this way...

(Muffled Sobbing)

(rhythmic thumping)

In two days, my parents are going to be up there waiting for me.

...she could go back to that stony silence bullshit.

You are the cretin.

...which means they could be covering a three-day radius of the school.

Please. Just so we're clear.

And I am buying, all right? It's going to be all right.

Lack of food and water would have made them confused and paranoid.

Come in, sit down. Make yourself at home.

Hey. You guys. Have you thought that maybe the traffic's heavy?

Look, I am serious. She's very, very sick. It just keeps coming out of her.

Open the door. You bitch. Open the door.

I need fresh air to keep my skin clear.

I should have never came down here. As soon as I saw you...

with no hot water, fish paste sandwiches and ten-mile tabs, like it or not.

Because I know you did it.

(sobs) You let me think I was going to die, and you watched me kill my best friend.

I will get them to send it up to your room, Frankie.

You know, Stevie sent me here to protect me from the nut jobs at home.

I know what that means.

My life has no meaning.

Move quick, girl, or you will be auditioning with every peekaboo slut from London up.

Watch out, ladies.

(TV) The prime suspect has been released without charge.

But if anything happens to Martin, it's Geoff's fault, OK?

Has there been a day in the last five years that we haven't talked?

...when the police arrest Martin, will they put him in a cell?

How can I make anything happen when I am here with you?

- No. Stop. - (laughter echoes)

He's going to get away with it, isn't he?

Doesn't matter, I will get a confession out of Martin, no problem.

OK, I have got one for you. Make you cack your pants.

(Liz) I keep thinking about her mum and her dad...

Man, I am telling you, this is different. This is ten out of ten.

Put your knob away.

I don't see why I should be punished. It was an accident.

To exist, you either have to be a bitch or a complete slut.

You let Frankie die. You fucking held her hand...

It might seem really... stupid, but let's just give it a bash, OK?

- Mm... four. - Oh, thank you.

- Good job, Doctor. - Thanks, Detective.

I will tell you what. Why don't you have a go, darling? Go on.