Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I say a line, and you have to guess which film it's from.
You bloody bitch.
What on earth is he like to work for?
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It's a Jamie Oliver.
It is.
- Oh, I know. Isn't she great? - She is. She's amazing.
So...
I wish Michael were still alive. He'd love to have met you.
- Are you OK? - I'm fine.
He was convinced that our Philip was a whoopsie, of course.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
Were you even planning on paying?!
The statistics speak for themselves. Next slide.
- We'd sorted it out. - I'm, like, "Ah!"
- She's in the van downstairs - Great.
Oh, my God.
Thanks so much. I'm so glad we could work this out.
39% of all people...
We need to go to your house and pick up some clothes.
- Guys, guys, guys. - I had to sell the paintings!
He's asking the Russians to pay him to keep his mouth shut.
Sorry, Alan. Is this room...?
- Sam? - Small town...
Average height. Um... One of them's...
Oh, I'm sorry.
Is that blood?
Now, breathe in, breathe out.