Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and he loved to hang out down by the pier
Oh, wicked, wicked, you're wicked, eh?
They killed him!
If I were not in the c.i.d., something else I'd like to be.
Papa... Steve...
pereusum christum dominum nostrum.
Good evening, sir.
But mr. f.g. superman has a secret identity.
In the match between glamorgan and yorkshire
Still... whoa! hey?
To all appearances no different
She's traveled.
And then there's gilberto's war wound.
You could be something other than a policeman.
With a rub-a-dub-dub and a scrub-a-dub-dub
My life, you're clever, dim, he'd certainly taken me in.
The president of the board of trade said he hoped
Since she had her head off, yes, she has.
Here he sold contraceptives and...
You could recognize a larch tree?
There was light at the end of the tunnel
the larch.
Michael, do you think you know
was a rough, tough, jolly sort of fellow.
The wound, the wound!
He's dead!
Well, her sister's gone to rhodesia
Oh, really.
Nudge, nudge.
Freedom!
They really look after you, yes.
What fires and stirs the woodcock in his springe
Whats it like?
No, no, we don't have a camera.
Until the savings certificate had been found.
Mr. bartlett, your client has already pleaded guilty
With the defendant, harold larch?
We must leave no stone unturned.
And he's in the k.g.b.
Where is all this leading us?
Not to put too fine a point on it
You bastards!
Why not?
I mean, you've got to be cruel to be kind.
Mr. ted johnson of the n.e.d.c...
Well, they do, don't they?
Hey!
Oh, by the way, I've got a bit of a dirty fork.
What a larch tree looks like?
Well, she sometimes goes, yes.