Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- And I suppose they're Nazis as well. - We're not Nazis.

No one loves you like me. No one.

are currently out of baIance.

Well, I didn't want him thinking we were going behind his back or anything.

We can invite her back to where we're staying.

- I don't deserve this. - So is it now I am a man

You're a twat, you are. You're a bastard.

The band are gonna pay us back.

- The riot? - That's right, the fuckin' riot.

Don't wanna be in your gang.

Oh, you got it.

- Job's a good 'un. - And who are you?

Mrs Brady, please can I use your toilet, please?

- That's fine. - Well, good luck with it.

Don't come back until the morning. I'll be gone by then.

And I could wish my days to be

- What's your name, mate? - Terry.

Am I fuck, man?

Do you love her?

Until I see you again, I miss you with all my heart.

I still wash his underpants.

What are you doing here?

Somebody should've. It's bloody embarrassing.

except for the guitarist who comes from Salford. A very important distinction.

- Most of them. What? - Get on.

And it folds up to hold the record.

They're a good laugh.

Is this really what you want?

We didn't start the fuckin' riot.

He's so protective, you know. He hates me wearing short skirts.

Spare noddys in the drawer.

Iknow howyoucan bebetter... Iike that.

Stink, stink, stink.

Here we are. That's right.

Well, that's that, then.

- What? - Go on, leave me alone!

It's a hobby thing, not a full-time job.

- Was it a bad one? - You've had worse.

Is there any more?

I've been thinking of you constantly, trying to rationalise our situation,

Ian, love, I'm going to bed now.