Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm running out of options for you here, Louisa.

I don't think you're driving in a straight line!

So unless she says she doesn't want me here anymore, I'm staying.

I don't care what you think.

New chap from New York.

I know we need the money, but this is horrible.

Isn't it brilliant? It's good money, Lou.

- The what? - The Molahonkey song.

A few weeks should have passed by the time you read this.

Tablets for nerve pain.

I'm gonna walk Karen back to her hotel.

Where do you have in mind?

You know I can't.

Well, no. Yes, Mrs. Traynor. I'm...

- Come on in. - Yeah! Come in, come in.

You are something else, Clark.

Okay. Would this

Um, obviously...

He threw everything into physio the first year,

I believe he's taken.

Me and Mr. T. have a few things to take care of at this time of day.

Right. So his blood pressure

What am I here for?

until he knows whether they're gonna stick around.

He used to sing the Molahonkey song.

I'm not sure anyone in the world

I've called him. He'll be here soon.

- Yeah. - So...

I'm pretty sure you're Nathan. Am I right?

is the most wonderful thing you could have ever done for me.

What do you say?

- No. - But you just said...

Oh, wow. It's amazing!

That was amazing!

Will needs to be allowed to feel like a man.

Of course I would.

who can claim to have out-Bonded James Bond.

You might want to wear something a little less revealing.

And they're off!

Anyway, thank you.

Um... Okay, hang on.

I want to be in Paris as me.

Your life's even duller than mine.

But you said you'd support me.

I'd love to see him do any of these things.

And that horse is definitely not gonna win.

Ah, yes. Young Will.

Oh, if you're laughing at me,

Louisa Clark, working for the Traynors.

- But that's... - But you don't agree.

I think what you mean to say is,

Half eight. He had to go to another patient.

I'm not that stupid.

but I can make you happy.

- Freddie! Ooh, whoa! - Watch it!

And they don't make those tights anymore.

- Here? - Mmm-hmm.

Shop assistant. Catering.

You got Lou a present? That's very kind of you.

- Come on! - Nah. Uh-uh.

I can't stay here.

He's a little better, I think.

But this job of yours is just for a few more weeks.

You're really going to do this?

You're a bad man, Mr. T.

Don't say potential. - Potential.

Will's barely left the house in two years.

How was traffic, Michael?

- please call and let me know. - Okay.

I don't really like those kind of films.

No, this is going to be brilliant!

Baden showing his micropeen And skinny sub-starved feet

Only one of that lot that was worth a damn.

And you think the pretty waitress is going to do that.

Man-Oh-Man apparently having a day off.