Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Car alarms, the cashpoints, the blacks, the Pakis, the Jews...
Like I said, business. Going public in April.
That's just not on!
I'm busy, you're busy...
What are you doing, really?
- "You lot"? - He means guys like you who are French.
Er... no. You see, the thing is, Gog...
so let's just leave it at that.
Four RB's, Jeremy? Four? That's insane!
3 defenses Maurices , 3 that's insane
TWO STAG'S OLIVER? TWO? THAT'S INSANE!
and it was mostly on racial classifications - head measurements and so on.
'Don't bomb me, you wouldn't bomb a whitey! '
Sorry, excuse me, I ordered three pilau rice and three peshwari naans.
Four Macs, Legs? Four? That's Insane
Four naan, Jeremy? Four? That's insane.
- Go on. - I can't!
Oh! Jeremy. Right, so, what, you've had more thoughts about the track?
'Oh, shit! He knows, he knows it was me. He's got a pipe bomb in his trousers.
Yeah, OK. Right, ready? One, two, three, let's go!
All right, but a word out of place and you're getting the bat.
- Jez, is there anything I can? - It's under control. Please go behind the glass.
- Are you pretending to write? - No...
Brilliant, fantastic.