Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ian, you are so depressing.

I don't. So shut the fuck up and start suing,

What's all that about?

Come on, take him your way. Take him your way.

- I'm so sorry. - I had a fit.

There's a job here working at Knutsford Cinema

I don't get why you're doing this to yourself.

The fuckin' pubs are fuckin' dull The fuckin' clubs are fuckin' full

Now remember, we are live, so no swearing or they will cut you off.

Thank you very much.

thinking of the things we've done.

I thought we'd celebrate. Bring them here, Terry.

On the record, there's Marlon Brando reading The Hollow Men,

Being called something like "the Buzzcocks".

Ready to go on?

Of fuckin' girls and fuckin' guys With fuckin' murder in their eyes

and cut deals without a phone, you daft cunt?

- And Natalie. - How can Natalie hate you?

I'll show you my...

Does anyone believe in love?

What is Man City blue?

I'm gonna go meet up with Debbie tonight.

I don't know what to do.

A cloud hangs over me

It's a lie to say "I'm not afraid any more".

- Anything else? - Your favourite colour.

We're gonna be somebodies.

They're calling themselves the Buzzcocks.

Food? Well, that's a start.

I might not have wanted to go out with you.

And now I'm freezing.

Let me in, love.

Mr Curtis, I am here to tell you that you are well enough to leave,

I couldn't take me eyes away from the screen.

Ian, talk to me.

It's not particularly good either, is it?

I don't think I do.

That's right. Her name's Corrine Lewis.

It's a heater, Ian. You turn it on and it heats up.

Keep the fuckin' racket down This is fuckin' chicken town

- You all ready and packed? - Not yet.

I suppose so, yes.

I struggle between what I know is right in my own mind,

Well, that was shit.

Ian, what's up with you, mate?

acne, overgrowth of the gums,