Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

World War II transsexual?
♪ Carama, sharama, cinema in the night
All we need to do is find something that only we do, something that no one else does.
- I do too, sir. - No, sir.
You should be ashamed.
- Bye. - Pop in any time.
But inside I've got a rich and fertile inner life.
Holy Shitsauce!
You're a disgrace, Howard. You're no longer welcome at the Stoke Newington Jazz Club.
I haven't got a pencil-case story. He's driving a wedge between us.
One day, 9 goes in and 2 goes:
This isn't like you. What's the matter? What's up?
Word on the street is you are his wife.
- Can I help you? - Actually, I've come to see you.
But he's asked me to put phat beats down on his new shapes. I'm tempted, you know.
Unbelievable.
- What can we do? It's our gig. - I thought you were in with The Velvet Onion.
- Let's do one of those funny songs. - Crimping?
What are we going to do? We need something innovative.
- You're saying we should crimp. - In sync.
- The audacity! - A pair of berks.
- No, I've been living upstairs. - Fair do's.
more famous than the magpie.
- I thought, "There's the look for me." - We were all in the wilderness.
♪ It's not the jacket, it's the tailor
Thing is, we just clicked, and that is something you can't fight.
Bitch stop copying Christina just cant be her self stupid ass copy catting bitch
- I'm going to kill 'em! - Is this a joke?
- Oh, Christ. - He's confirmed the worst.
♪ Future sailors
♪ Put you in my jacket, put you in my jacket
♪ Crimpety crimpety, fuck you!