Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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