Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're a disgrace, Howard. You're no longer welcome at the Stoke Newington Jazz Club.

Bitch stop copying Christina just cant be her self stupid ass copy catting bitch

- What can we do? It's our gig. - I thought you were in with The Velvet Onion.

- You're saying we should crimp. - In sync.

- I'm going to kill 'em! - Is this a joke?

One day, 9 goes in and 2 goes:

This isn't like you. What's the matter? What's up?

more famous than the magpie.

- I do too, sir. - No, sir.

But he's asked me to put phat beats down on his new shapes. I'm tempted, you know.

World War II transsexual?

You should be ashamed.

Word on the street is you are his wife.

- No, I've been living upstairs. - Fair do's.

- I thought, "There's the look for me." - We were all in the wilderness.

Thing is, we just clicked, and that is something you can't fight.

- Let's do one of those funny songs. - Crimping?

All we need to do is find something that only we do, something that no one else does.

- Bye. - Pop in any time.

- The audacity! - A pair of berks.

- Can I help you? - Actually, I've come to see you.

♪ Carama, sharama, cinema in the night

♪ Put you in my jacket, put you in my jacket

Holy Shitsauce!

♪ Future sailors

What are we going to do? We need something innovative.

But inside I've got a rich and fertile inner life.

I haven't got a pencil-case story. He's driving a wedge between us.

♪ Crimpety crimpety, fuck you!

♪ It's not the jacket, it's the tailor

- Oh, Christ. - He's confirmed the worst.