Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- BOIL: He'd fuck one. - Shut up!
I've heard all about your boil, Mr Bagley.
Oh, I think you're wonderful.
I am disposing of.
You think I'd let a little pipsqueak like you undermine society,
It's you that's had the silly dream.
Well, he'll agree. He'll have to.
First thing in the morning, I'll run you into town and we'll have it looked at.
But I've gotta warn you, at first it might sound ridiculous.
It's not funny, Penny. It's the most terrifying experience of my life.
I want to sell them the idea that boils are beautiful.
That was the boil. Ignore it.
♪ This is my generation
Oh?
- I think it's a male. - Father, then.
BOTH: Destruction of the rainforests by, amongst other things, hamburgers,
BOIL: I had a nasty feeling I was going to have to wake up to this.
- Oh, my God. - Yes.
If you knew it actually got rid of boils, you'd have no problem selling it.
So we could say, principally, that it's television that you blame?
The bag could have been full of anything.
but in a minute, I'll show you my film
BAGLEY: What do they want another pimple cream for?
Sorry. Afraid the clinch is the only dance I know.
I shall not cease
- BAGLEY: Nonsense. - It says so!
- I hate trains. They're rotten. - Only because they don't consume.
- She's the singer with the boils. - To boils, acne and blackheads.
I'd like to see you suffer.
- Any calls? - Mr Bristol called again, twice.
I'm absolutely not gonna think about boils,
Stay back, Gatty! You blast it on the radio!
I do not want to take anything from anyone.
Aah! Have a look at it!
Really?
Darling, Penny is our guest.
They'd sell off the sea to satisfy the needs of their great god Greed.
In the real world, I have a choice.
But you'll eat fish till the cows come home.
Just ask Barbara Simmons.
How dare some snotty Marxist carbuncle presume to deny them it?
Darling, can't you see what you're doing this morning is equally out of control?
Well, I really do think you should cancel Bristol and come home with me.
I had a nasty feeling I was going to have to wake up to this.
No. I'm not interested in its opinions.
What do you know about God, you wire-haired Mick?
I may have had a problem getting ahold of them,
But it was a lot more than that to me.
They're getting impatient. We promised them the animatic over a week ago.
- Of course. - Wonderful. Wonderful.
Right, then, you're being rude. Unutterably rude and a bore!
About as likely as the tits spread with peanut butter.
You wouldn't make me a cup of tea, would you, Sylvia?
If you breathe air, it works on you. Large one, no ice, please, Richard.
♪ So I chaffed them and I gaily laughed
Fuck me. What I wouldn't do for a cigarette.
♪ I'm just talkin' about my generation
Please.
"of dealing with those troublesome little breakouts
I want to be heard. I want to be heard!
will wear one with pride.
- I want to speak to my wife. - Oh, you can talk, can you?
It's alive! It lives!
♪ I hope I die before I get old
OK, old chap, why don't you take some time off?
BOIL: Put an end to the misery of dentures. You could smile again with confidence.
I want her to see my film. Please?
Then why can't I take a look? Why can't I see something?
And you're perfectly at liberty to hate me for it.
Your face can be a battleground.
I am, Julia. It's got nothing to do with me.
All we want to do is offer hope of getting rid of them. And that's where I'm blocked!
- I cannot get a handle on the boils. - Pass me the butter, please, darling.
Darling, why don't you forget it a minute? Take the afternoon off.
is that it's not the boil that can read you.
"because I make it."
BAGLEY: Or a pork pie.
Anyone but you and they would.
It's the boil shaking it!
"Whatever it is, sell it."
A big boil. I believe it's justice.
Why should anyone have to clean their teeth without important new ingredients?
It's probably a defect from birth. Come and rescue me. I'm being attacked.
and I know you've had rather a lot to drink and didn't mean what you said.
And if it speaks again, we'll ignore it, won't we?
Everything's assembled from my old ads.
I don't know.
I'd also like to propose a small snifter to our new star.
"I'm not gonna try and explain it,
Anyway, what's all this got to do with me?
To sell atom bombs, you've got to sell fear.
The moment I think of a boil,
She has seven radiators and is worried about her weight,
I was the best.
are not interested in selling wholesome foods.
Up we go. There we are.
Women, I might inform you, take that primitive device called the pill
It's my totally favourite scent, and they've stopped making it.
Greed is abolishing the future.
It might be a relative. His mother.
Like, erm... Well, like a parent's voice, almost?
♪ Don't try to dig what we all say