Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It was rather witty, wasn't it?
Eh? well, don't worry about me, vicky boy.
And then it tends to slope away rather sharply.
Arthur wilson, right.
Right, let's have a ding dong.
All right, fine, yes.
Start cutting-- now.
Button your lip, you rat-bag!
Hello!
Okay.
Just like my dear mama.
There we are.
Now, ladies and gentlemen, for your further entertainment
Now, don't worry about me.
he sleeps all night
Whenever I see hair.
Oh, victor!
All right, I confess
Carry on.
I wasn't talking to you.
And I thought you were so Rugged
As I've absolutely no confidence in anyone involved in it.
Oh! oh, victor!
I beg your pardon?
We take the south road out of nairobis
Yes, I will, I will, yes.
So I thought I'd take you up on it
Can you imagine what it's like--