Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The Devil plays with his strings!
Anyway, what could I tell you about this room?
Oh... Why is that?
I'll go with you. # Friends together
I've got this scene later, I need to run the lines.
MIKE: Hmm. Shall we move on?
Tell her it's the finest house in the county.
Not for me, for you.
Great.
No, they're...they're ghosts, Mike.
Toby.
This is the last set-up.
I cannot and will not bear it!
- You've got a bet on? - That's what I said.
Never did like cornflakes.
Give me an egg atop a cutlet any day of the diary.
What?
- No. - On a roll.
Oh, I love them, if anything.
Sorry. It was just a really good take, wasn't it?
Just keep the radio off, please!
PAT: Oh, no, no, no, no.
It's a sportsman's bet with myself.
I've thought of nothing but you all day.
I bet he's got lovely calves.
No, no, no. That's its, erm, eye.
It's certainly a lot of layers.
Have you left your tongs on, Tina?
Where did you get that from?
Curses!
sullying the good name of this family with your wanton debauchery!
The money and so on.
- Wow. - You're welcome.
Oh, er, yeah.