Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I mean, you've got to be cruel to be kind.

Here he sold contraceptives and...

Well, her sister's gone to rhodesia

To all appearances no different

She's traveled.

But mr. f.g. superman has a secret identity.

Oh, by the way, I've got a bit of a dirty fork.

You could recognize a larch tree?

Not to put too fine a point on it

The wound, the wound!

What a larch tree looks like?

You could be something other than a policeman.

Oh, wicked, wicked, you're wicked, eh?

pereusum christum dominum nostrum.

Papa... Steve...

Since she had her head off, yes, she has.

Until the savings certificate had been found.

Still... whoa! hey?

The president of the board of trade said he hoped

Where is all this leading us?

and he loved to hang out down by the pier

Mr. ted johnson of the n.e.d.c...

They killed him!

They really look after you, yes.

No, no, we don't have a camera.

There was light at the end of the tunnel

was a rough, tough, jolly sort of fellow.

With the defendant, harold larch?

What fires and stirs the woodcock in his springe

Michael, do you think you know

Well, they do, don't they?

With a rub-a-dub-dub and a scrub-a-dub-dub

We must leave no stone unturned.

And he's in the k.g.b.

In the match between glamorgan and yorkshire

And then there's gilberto's war wound.

Mr. bartlett, your client has already pleaded guilty

If I were not in the c.i.d., something else I'd like to be.

Good evening, sir.

Well, she sometimes goes, yes.

My life, you're clever, dim, he'd certainly taken me in.