Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hold it, hold it.
We'll try.
Your type Makes me puke
Hold it.
Of the elderly pouf what expires in venice.
Stupid git
Uh, quiche lorraine for me, please.
La terra trema, 1948
And the sunburned splendor of the australian dollar.
There's another dead bishop on the landing.
Afraid it was.
It's accountancy that makes the world go round, round, round, round
With tumbling hexagonal-milled edges
She didn't give me
Ahh!
Money, money, money, money
Of the most swampy, disease-infested areas of the whole jungle
Hold your hands here.
Yes, I did. didn't.
Got you.
Well, it looked a bit bath and wellsish to me.
Oh, you're always complaining.
YOUR TYPE MAKES ME PUKI!
"expedition superb, weather excellent.
I'll go and have a look.
Well, it was coughing up blood last night.
Oh! oh, I'm sorry.
Of political and industrial shenanigans
It's money, money, money makes the world go round
Tattooed on the back of his neck.
Tattooed on the back of the neck
Nice to see you again.
Fine. I'll see who's free at the moment.
Frank's ride today!
This is ridiculous.