Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Hey, can you sign this, please? - What is it?

There's definitely a piece missing.

- Aren't you blind? - Well, when one sense diminishes, the...

- That's the closet, Lester. - Oh, yeah.

- You don't know what it is, do you? - Not really, but when it comes on, I go red.

and then there's Lester, who is basically an invalid, and I need to walk him home, don't I?

- He's gonna die, Howard. - I can't go in there, OK? I mean, I'm busy.

- Go on, then, put it on. - You don't play records like this.

Come on, unless someone wants to make Cocoon V, we are finished.

Throw me another one.

- Is there anything we can do? - Maybe there is.

We're Terminal Margaret and this one's called "I Did A Shit On Your Mum".

Is that one of my safety pins? It should be tucked away in Safety Pin Cottage.

Maybe he swallowed it.

Don't be showing them Stationery Village now you've sectioned it of cos that is well creepy.

Get in here. Get in there.

Not before I kill you, you gristly bastards.

♪ I did a shit on your dad, I did a shit on your dad

Because I'm your father!

You're my sister's cousin on my mother's side.

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- You should nick of round the back. - I'm not nipping of round the back.

I'm lead singer of Terminal Margaret.

Can you shut up?! Listen, I'm gonna say this once and only once.

- I've changed my mind. - It's too late.

- I'm gonna kill you. - Think you can?

and I said, "I'm the Moon, I'm made of cheese."

That guy Vince, he's crazy!

And he liked to eat rattlesnakes on toast and use crocodiles as taxi cabs.

Crap, the white balance has gone. Can you do that again?

Oh, I'm gonna leap onto you and suck your head like a Chupa Chup lolly.

Everything's vibrations, Howard. Like music.

Oh, scat! Out of all the aspects of jazz, scat has got to be the worst, the main ofender.

Checkity ass, kiddly-diddly check!

I got you now, little piece of chicken!

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