Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All right, then, what about a large turnip?
I want to give them the choice of something better.
Dennis doesn't even have a briefcase. He loathes them.
And secondly, we must reduce your punishing conscience
So would tinned spaghetti and baked beans with six frankfurters.
OK, one o'clock.
(YELLS) What do you want!
Don't turn off, darling. 60 seconds, and I'll be back.
- Come on, Julia. Come and dance. - ♪ Now laughing friends deride ♪
♪ Talkin' about my generation
- And that's it? - No.
and telling you what to do?
Why do you keep calling him him? It's you!
- BOIL: Lovely. - Thought you'd change your mind.
You were dreaming. You dreamt you woke up and went to the bathroom.
Ever since Dennis came out of hospital,
- (WHISTLING TUNELESSLY) - Promise?
I believed in it, and I sat back like some gagged little idiot while they buggered it.
I'm gonna collect something from my office.
and a little town called Aqaba.
(GRUNTING)
What you need is a taut slob,
I was brought up to believe in that, and so should you, but you don't.
"Does" is the word we want to hear.
I've lived with 13 and a half million housewives for 15 years.
Could be important.
(SCREAMING)
(IRISH ACCENT) I suppose young girls was involved?
(YELLING)
Oh, for God's sake, let's not have a row.
Yes, fancy France? Paris in the springtime?
The bastards are killing 100,000 a year.
I wouldn't have thought anyone was arguing about that.
So busy thinking of the stress I was under,
I tell you, Penny, I'm still waiting to scream about it.
Is he? Julia out shopping?
Lot more likely than what you say.
You never had a boil before in your life.
♪ Things they do look awful cold
"Mother Nature -
to have access to the good things in life.
turning the whole world into a car park.
If I had known we were having dinner, I'd never have suggested lunch.
- Oh, God in heaven! - (COUGHS)
(LIFT BEEPS)
- It's only going to upset you. - You see what a nightmare I'm in.
15 years ago, I was out there on the floor where you are now,
Are you there, Julia?
but honestly, I assure you of its necessity.
I estimate that as the very minimum we need
Your very own Big Brother.
They're entitled to one of four important new ingredients.
- Who's Filthy Harry? - You know, Harry Wax. Creative.
and as soon as you've had a proper rest, it'll go away.
Marvellous.
It's turning truth inside out and upside down.
At least, a part of you.
- (BOIL GROANING) - Oh, my God! Aah!
He's a very light sleeper.
The word is "may".
He had an operation. Went weird in the bed department.
That's absurd.
Because it's written up in the kitchen.
- What do you mean? - Sex. Hello, Basil.
It said Dennis wasn't my husband. It said it was.
I'm not going to make a speech. I'd just like to thank you all for coming
By Christ, while I've got air in my body, they're going to get it!
Who are we trying to sell this to?
- Like you're doing the vacuum cleaner? - That's right.
"because I know it works.
but the chances are 100 to one certain that it didn't.
- Oh, my God! - (BOIL GRUMBLING)
This cursed pimple cream has got on top of you.
Doesn't matter what it is. The environment, hospitals, crime...
except in slow revolutions towards the crest of the next slag heap.
- I've never seen him on such good form. - Absolutely. He's fine.
"You could smile again with confidence.
I'll give them anything and everything they want!
You'll probably have to go along with him.
- Tell him I'm out again. - He says he knows you're not.
(SLIDE PROJECTOR WHIRRING)
BAGLEY: Julia. Please don't scream or pull away.
There'd be no aerosols. Detergents would vanish.
What I'm telling you is that I tried to quit too,
Don't know yet. Right now we're stuck with "Filthy Harry's Final Solution".
Aah!
All right, then. The boil.
If a boil pops up, force yourself to think of something else.
(YELLING)
it's just grown a hair.
It's finished. Just a fine-tune. I'll be through over the weekend.
(BIRDSONG)
Thank you. It's a Meilleur, made in India.
Who's gonna tell me about it, then?
All right. Reason one.
If I was you, Julia, I'd turn this off.
Don't worry. We'll sort it out.
In my opinion, it should be lanced instantly.
Oh, no, not yet, you unwholesome pustule.
That you'll keep quiet while you're smoking it.
- Glamorise them? - That's right.
Yes, darling.
And because we have her on a diet,
♪ Talkin' about my generation
I'm not in the mood for that mob.
Large boils, small boils, fast eruptors. They're incurable, all of them.
Yeah, yeah, I know he has. Forget the problems.
that doesn't fit into the preconceived patterns men like you dictate.
he's been peculiar, sexually.