Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

As your supervisor I do need you to have a think about it, all right?

I thought epilepsy was only for head-the-balls.

Is everything so worthless in the end?

- I'll see you Monday. - Don't be late.

...you don't know me, and...

It's these tablets.

- You serious? - Rob...

...phenytoin, tiagabine and oxcarbazipine,

Twenty quid. Go on.

before my eyes all times of the day and night.

A bunch of cool pricks, that's what I say.

and I felt love for the car and somebody kicked my car.

- No, it's not. - Bernard,

- Hey! - Fuck off!

Well, Man City is a football club.

but... someone pretending to be me,

even though it might change your feelings for me.

I never felt this way before.

No! I'm just in the mood for a desperate social call

Hello, is Corrine there, please?

Goes mad if I talk to other blokes.

- Debbie. - Debbie, yeah. Yeah.

- Terry what? - Terry Mason.

I wish I were a Warhol silkscreen

Ian. Pass us the ball, will you?

Just be aware that your condition is extremely weak at the moment.

Thatwas superb, that,lads. It reaIIy was.

Never really into Bowie before, you know, but...

nausea, vomiting, mental confusion,

No. No, I don't.

What lies beyond? What is left to carry on?

I can play it at my gran's and everything.

- Where's Ian? - Congratulations.

And while some things are beyond my understanding,

Rob, who are you talking to?

Carbon dioxide plus water.

See if she wants to... for a bit.

I'm skint, and you still owe me some money.

Some might work.

What are you doing here?

When I'm up there, singing...

I'm also resident DJ here,

we need to get you a doctor's appointment to change the medication.

They're called Joy Division, a Manchester band

What time are they coming for you?

We'll speak later, then.

You're a good dad, Ian.

We've already got a manager, haven't we, lads?