Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Aye. You let 'em out, they fly around and come back.
End of story. Now come on, Ray.
♪ Still you wouldn't change it for a sack of gold ♪
You look like you been chucked in a tool bag, you.
Only debts. [Laughs]
♪ Spend ♪
- ♪ His asking for more ♪ - [Engine Idling]
Never felt like this before about anyone, he says.
her and that Shirley Bassey drinking our bloody cocoa.
- ♪ Up there where the air ♪ - LV, will you shut that up?
Would you like me to get it for ya?
Do what?
He went into a library in Essex...
- Oh, no. No. - What?
Voi-oi-oi-oice!
What do you say we continue our little conversation down the cafe, eh?
[Sniffing, Clears Throat]
- ♪ Burnin' ♪ - ♪ To my surprise ♪
- Hold on. Thank you, lo... - ♪ For a golden girl ♪
♪ Every trick of his ♪
♪ The costumes, the scenery The make-up, the props ♪
First that little phone fart, and now you all droolin' over that little stick of shite.
- ♪ Pretty girl ♪ - [People Chattering]
Ooh, I'll be wired up to the world soon, me... in touch with all parts.
[Pigeons Cooing]
"Just once," we said.
the tiny little slit!
[Laughing] See? There she goes.
Ohh. Liquor, lacquer. Liquor, lacquer.
♪ Or come shine ♪
♪ I get knocked down but I get up again ♪
Oh, do somethin' for me, for Christ's sake,
Because we've pulled out all the stops for your Friday night frolickings!
Aye, but look at me, luvvy, eh?
♪ To make you my own ♪
[Ray] Thank you.
Come on, love. Squeak to me, eh?
Oh, no. Not Duane.
Reading matter.
When he had his records on, he sparkled.
I'm tryin' to make an impression and she can't even be swivel to a friend,
I get goose-pimply all over.
♪ That got ♪
Oh, hello. Um...
- ♪ It's the kiss of death ♪ - [Man] Come on!
- ♪♪ [Fanfare] - [Applause]
Who'd want me anyway, hmm?
♪ And he'll toot his flute for you ♪
Only the wires of me home's cracklin' up on me.
- Don't be so fucking pathetic. - [Rim Shot]
Well, say hello.
What a friggin' championship night!
But she's going to have to in a minute, otherwise she'll be going on like she is.
[Chuckles]
- We could do a lot with that. - Right, Mari, love. Me and Boo are off up the pub.
I can do 1-4-7-1. It tells you who was ringin'.
- No. - Yes.
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
'cause you would never listen.
♪ To ♪
Whatever, whatever.
Duane's a pigeon, right?
- I warned you... - [lmitates Judy Garland] Shame on you!
- Don't push her too hard. - She needs pushing. That's the point.
♪ I don't pop my cork for every man I see ♪
Think about... Judy.
I've seen a lot of big talent wasted in my time.
'Cause the man and his music...
[Man] Bangers, mash, fuck hot tea times two.
- Hey, you're not the famous phone Bill, are ya? - [Both Laughing]
Bright lights, a bit of glitz, snazzy frocks. All that.
I, I gotta go, Mari, but what can I tell ya?
Just for a few hours, 'cause, look, we're cutting things a bit fine now.
♪ A boy some night ♪
A-the one, a-the only Little Voice, ladies and gentlemen!
♪ In llama land there's a one-man band ♪
- ♪♪ ["Old MacDonald"] - [Yipping]
Did you win?
Ray. Sun Ray. Sting Ray.
Hold on, Boo. It won't take a minute. Honest. She's dead special.
[Door Slams]
- ♪ Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da ♪ - He's comin' back here.
Dad.
[Moaning, Kissing Continue]
Strong winds forecast. Don't like winds, don't Duane.
Yeah.
But that's all in the future. That's to look forward to.
We'll never be off the telly. MFI Friday, Letterman... he'll fix 'em all.