Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What? - I can't go into it now, but he's manic.
(CLOCK CHIMING)
BAGLEY: You're talking to the wrong head!
- We humour him, discreetly. - Not exactly, Penny.
my mind slips into a sort of dreadful, oily neutral.
- I have, darling. - What's it doing?
traditionally known as the British sausage.
If happiness means the whole world
Don't think the bandages might be a bit on the tight side, Bagley?
- Thanks for the cigarette, Mrs Wallace. - I thought you'd given up.
- Julia seems terribly tense. - Surprised? It's him.
You know, just a storyboard or some roughs,
because you're frightened of what you might see?
What utter balls, Jonathan.
it would have some sort of therapeutic effect.
I've washed it, dried it, poked it,
- Me? - Yes.
Aagh!
The World Is In Danger, Julia. The Greed Is Out Of Control.
Yes, I was about to say, I notice Penny's gone carnivorous.
and I was very like you, Bagley.
In which case, it might well be difficult to persuade him a psychiatrist could help.
(WHISTLES TUNELESSLY) promise
My grandfather was caught molesting a wallaby in a private zoo in 1919.
But I'm going to argue about it. I'm going to shout about it!
Once we've done that, we've got a good chance
Constantly! I've got a talking boil on my neck!
You can't harm me, you miserable little bit of garbage.
- You're wearing Le De. Givenchy. - Oh!
- Where is he? - Upstairs.
He says he knows you're avoiding him and he says he insists on a time to see you.
The other 50 percent is about offering to solve it.
Jesus Christ! What do you think you're doing?
A pot of soup would be for the few.
God in heaven!
And please put that cigarette out. That's three in ten minutes.
Vile. I'm glad I've given up.
How did you find out about my grandfather?
Stop saying "the you-know-what".
Just see Bristol and come home.
We can't talk here. Come and have a drink.
The bag may have contained heroin,
And I'm not talking about atom bombs, darling.
- Seven years. - Congratulations.
- I can't listen to any more of this. - You swore you'd be quiet!
They don't like it. I personally abhor it.
and fucks no more than 4.2 times a month.
It's extraordinary how much steam comes off hot peas, isn't it?
I'm likely to turn up here and burn this dump to the ground.
Any other part of the human body, I'll sell it something.
but we're not blind, we've got our eyes open.
- Hold them, Sheila. - So don't tell me I'm being irrational.
I'm going through everything in the house and isolating items of genuine worth.
I was just getting ready to clear my throat, that's all.
it must be appreciated from the beginning
Do you think I'm going mad, Julia?
I did. They're over the moon.
because you've projected some of you into it.
And that's exactly how I'm telling you.
BOIL: Shall I tell you why people buy hydrogen bombs?
Everything will be all right. You've had these sort of problems many times before.
Because I'm the man who's taken the stench out of everything but shit.
♪ Talkin' about my generation
- No more! - Leave it on, Dennis!
and tell me what you see.
What you mean is you want me to have a look at it. No.
And, under the circumstances, I'm surprised you get to sleep at all.
Do you think women like filling their bodies with chemicals?
You know what this does to me, reliving this nightmare?
WOMAN: I think men should bleed.
to create the ravenous market I'm after.
Thank you. Thank you.
No, don't! Don't lance the wrong...
No. I'm not afraid of him. I'm one of the few who really understands him.
- Oh, no! - Oh, yes.
This isn't a dream. It's reality.
they were on the phone this morning, threatening to pull the account.
No. I don't show work in progress.
I want to make them fashionable.
To me, this represents everything that is wrong
- And how are you gonna do that? - By glamorising boils.
So here we are again with our diet.
- ♪ I am without my love ♪ - (RAUCOUS LAUGHTER)
(SCREAMS)
(WHIRRING)
I'd completely forgotten what a terrible time it's been for you.
Yeah, but I'd forgotten what a nightmare you are.
And the instant she does, the guilt cuts in.
I'm getting nowhere. Zero.
"but we do try.
- I can't stand it any more. - How do you think I feel about it?
You're going to need a condom, and quick!
How?
Oh, Mrs Wallace! I didn't know you were here.
BAGLEY: Julia! Julia!
Dick, dick, dick, dick, dick.
- No. He died before I was born. - Do you sympathise with him?
By God, I will!
Because this poor, sick creature with a box on his head was me.
I don't know. I don't know!
- BAGLEY: The truth. - Shut up, you dozy scab!
"Nobody cares as much about your skin as you do,
MAN: Cut! Cut! One more, boys. Get it right.