Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

three years ago he concerned himself with quite small sums

the british psychiatric association dinner dance club cuff links.

dirtying a nice, clean parachute.

to the arts council: "can you lend me 1,000 quid?"

can i have funt50 to mend the shed?

you can be in luton by lunchtime.

the majestic power of what is surely his greatest work:

do you... do you...

oh... mr. mcteagle wrote me two poems

jolly good luck.

i still get these terrible headaches.

no. they're all number three.

a bit of an old fusspot just now, you know

they're all number three?

it's, uh... it's all right.

of complaining about the way in which these shows

ah! that's better.

anyway, this rather pointless bickering

tonight on it's the mind

i've got to take that into account.

if you did fly it from the toilet

omitting to point out that one must be a member

hasn't come round this morning

all right, but how am i going to get home?

by the brilliantly allegorical

i saw your advertisement

get on the table.

[captioning sponsored by the u.s. department of education

but there is still nothing to match the huge sweep

from these glens and scars

oh, well, look, forget it, forget it.

if you see any similarity between them.

before making his own rash complaint.

however, i would like to point out

look, there it is.

and getting us both into a state of depressive neurosis.