Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No. The mental gifts that I bestowed upon you.

Loves it. So anyway, Howard, are you in or what?

One day, whilst relaxing,

He's on the shores of oblivion. Kirk, if you can hear us, simply nod.

Let us celebrate in our customary sombre and measured way.

Naboo the Enigma. The time has come for your execution.

They do a day's work before you put your straighteners on.

Yeah, I'll give you a call Wednesday.

I wonder who that is.

Pull me apart like soft bread. Punch me in the tits.

- What have you been eating? - Head & Shoulders,

And sax... down, up, down.

It's nice to have met you, Mr. Kind Face.

- Hey, Naboo, is this dry-clean only? - Vince!

- Thanks for your help. - No problem.

- Right. He's fired. - What? That's a bit harsh, innit?

Why don't you do something useful? You're the weak link in this operation.

You should have a goblet of wine.

What, that radio alarm clock?

- He's journeying far into the astral realm. - He's of his tits.

So to protect the identity of the executioner, he shall be wearing a hood.

Come on, chief.

♪ We've wandered down life's many paths

I looked away momentarily, the wind blew the page over.

It's not really a goblet, is it? It's sort of a tennis ball cut in half.

No way. Really? This is huge.

♪ "The Mighty Boosh"

You and that ape are on the weed every night, smoking your minds to mush.

Maybe I could come up with a plan.

I had an itch. I was itching my arm. I'd changed washing powders. It flared up.

♪ We are flying to a higher place

You can rely on me, Naboo. I won't let you down.