Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Barry and I were scouring the internet and we found a glowing review of your sitcom.
-Is that the most you've ever been given? -One bloke gave me 50 once.
So I think you should probably tell them to either buy something or get out.
What's yours called, then? Oh, When The Wind Blows is his.
Fatty takes his own life
I mean, it's not exactly how I meant it to be
I'm sorry. It seems that beggars can be choosers.
-Speak to him. No, speak to him. -I can't.
You're supposed to be my agent for acting, not bloody Artexing or whatever.
Arundall Court, opposite the BP garage.
Yeah. Speak to him.
They all just wish he'd die
-How's your sitcom going? -Brilliant. Ratings are brilliant.
If I was being kind, I'd say it was a mixed bag.
-It's fine. You've just got to sign in. -Okay.
Anyway, give me your number. We'll meet up again.
Those aren't going to move themselves.
but this you're keeping shtum about?
-He's a little ant to me. -I feel it's just social rudeness.
It's bad.
-Who's it to? -Me.
Oh.
Pug, pug, pug, pug
"because he'd only give it to you begrudgingly."
Are you sure you can come to the pub?
It's you that's making them waggle.
Pug, pug, pug, pug
Shit
He's banal and facile He's a fat waste of space
Yeah, yeah. Everybody sing that last line. One, two, three...
But mention the 20 in any anecdote slagging me off.