Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm running underground with the moles digging holes.

So, what am I going to pay you to do in my band?

You know what I'd really fancy? A coffee

I don't care what happened, I still think you're a bloody good guy.

Fuck off! Thought police!

- Anyone see the game last night? - Er, no.

He thinks you're French! I keep telling you, he's not French! Come on, let's get you a drink.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Democracy's all very well, but it's weak and it's decadent. You need a strong leader.

Crack? Crack, Super Hans?

except, as it turns out, for the cor anglais.

But, Gog, I'm music! I make music!

'They probably sound more fun than they really are. Like Laser Quest.'

here be beauty, there be... pie charts. OK?

It's not the same.

We can do the music, can't we, Super Hans?

Yeah, I don't normally go there. They've always got that wog box on.

Whereas, I Have A Dream...

Jesus! Classic rubbernecker. Absolutely no interest in military history.

- Tell him I'm not here! - Why?

Oh, and I took the rap for the sausage, so you're in the clear there.

No! Why, were you going to go and get me one?

I've shared enough rice with you, Mark. I'm in the big league now.

4 slices of toast Jimmy? 4 Slices? That’s insane!

You got over whatever brain attack you had in Frankie and Benny's then?

Yeah, well, if you're leaving now, don't even fucking dream of coming back!

What, you mean, am I a racist?

See, the longer the note, the more dread.