Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They're a good laugh.

And I could wish my days to be

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

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

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

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

I still wash his underpants.

- Most of them. What? - Get on.

Do you love her?

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

Oh, you got it.

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

Spare noddys in the drawer.

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

And it folds up to hold the record.

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

Well, that's that, then.

Is there any more?

- What? - Go on, leave me alone!

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

We didn't start the fuckin' riot.

The band are gonna pay us back.

Somebody should've. It's bloody embarrassing.

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

Don't wanna be in your gang.

Iknow howyoucan bebetter... Iike that.

Am I fuck, man?

are currently out of baIance.

No one loves you like me. No one.

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

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

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

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

Here we are. That's right.

What are you doing here?

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

Is this really what you want?

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

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

Stink, stink, stink.

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