Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

About three years ago.

The smell of fresh-cut timber!

he sleeps all night and he works all da y.

A quiet evening on our own.

And get on with it?

Don't worry about the, uh...

And now for something completely different.

I finished cutting cutting

Oh, they won't mind.

You haven't started cutting it.

Ah, no wonder, I was sitting on the cat.

He's not all he's cracked up to be.

It's not too good, is it?

You wouldn't rather forget all about it?

Ding dong! verily the sky

Come on, then, love, drop them.

Perhaps more deeply, more strongly

Um, how... how do you like it, sir?

You got a nice pair there, haven't you, love?

Name by name but not by nature.

Entering rottingdeans from the north.

I haven't cut your hair.

I'm not having my house filled with filthy perverts.

You know, once in a while, it is my pleasure and my privilege

Look here, old fellow.

Because this is not the...