Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Howard Moon, get your ass to the jackal hut.

Don't go running off at the drop of a hat.

I thought you lived on Northbrook Street, near Budgens.

I won't. I'll be leaving it out there for all to see.

You know what happened last time. You got excited about that band with Leroy.

Yeah. Now I'm coming for you, Howard Moon.

It's burning you up inside. Like a fire. ln your throat.

- (Spirit) Get the hell out of my way, lady. - Agh!

- Came last. - What, again?

Enjoy the show.

- I heard you could play any instrument. - I was a multi-instrumentalist.

- Johnny Two Hats. - Thank you.

- He came round last week. - Did he?

- No. - The lack of boundaries. Oooh.

lf all goes to plan, I could be in rehab next Thursday.

Here are the keys.

The whole night was a shambles.

That's a pretty big mood swing. He swung right out of the band.

so if you could just take them off.

I knew you couldn't resist me, boy.

- I'm telling you a story. - So what?

- Do we actually need anyone? - What?

- Hi, ladies. Just ridden a porpoise. - Yeah? Ring-a-ding-ding.

I'm a fully qualified scat singer.

Um... And there's others, too.

He looks like a paedophile.

- We'll give you a shot. - Cool. I'm Vince by the way.