Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's not true.
-We don't. -Grand.
I design high-end, self-adhesive labels.
[brakes squeak, grind]
Well, who is she?
Jesus Christ, Erin.
Stop listing presidents, Colm!
Cathy Maguire had the best eyebrows in Derry back in her day.
Let's do it.
Look, Colm's met JFK.
Is that clear?
Lovely fella. Hands on him like shovels.
that it may not have been a CIA agent
They've only just brought them out.
-[doorbell] -[Mary] It's open. C'mon in.
I have to go home now. It's time.
is coming here, to Derry.
Mum's had a lot going on.
I mean James' father was the same.
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That's why we've decided to take Chelsea off their hands.
Well, that's what's so clever about it.
I'm leaving. I'm going back to London with Mum.
I'm not sure there's an awful lot of room for notion-taking.
It will work out.
Some sense at last.
You'd have to camp overnight just to get a glimpse of him.
I don't know.
You're a Derry Girl now, James.
Aye.
because being a Derry Girl, well, it's a fucking state of mind.
Fire? What the fuck are you on about?
Jesus wept. How much further, Jim?
God, aye, any excuse to whip out the old saxophone.
You've kept them eyebrows shipshape, so you have.
Oh, we struggle through, Cathy, in our teeny tiny house.
-Any word from Chelsea? -Not yet.
Do you know how packed that Guildhall Square's gonna be, James?
It's the best spot. I got the best spot.