Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Did you write that? - Wordsworth.

Here, Twinny, get him some water.

- Talk to Ian, you know. Find out. - Mmm-hmm.

And you don't know where he is.

As usual, I know fuck all.

That way we get a lie in. Don't we?

Will you two twats get the fuck out of my studio?

Twatted himself with a right good uppercut.

Are you being serious?

Go and get AIan from Crispy AmbuIance, and fuckin' hurry up.

I don't know. I don't mind the Buzz, but calling themselves Cocks.

Uh, I'm sorry, Earnest. I must have drifted off.

What once was innocence

which brought you the first appearances from everyone

I'm gonna go home. Speak to Debbie.

- Who's the writer? - Who'd you think?

I'll get in the back this time.

- Don't give a fuck about that. - I'm a royalist.

This is Deborah, you know, who I told you about.

I'm a bit nervous, me.

I don't deserve this.

It's the name of a brothel German soldiers used during World War II.

- Eh-up. You all right, love? - Hello.

Could we have your attention please, ladies and gentlemen?

... a Manchester band called Joy Division. This is an EP,

So this is permanence

- What? - Nothing.

- Where's my 20 quid? - In my "fuck off" pocket.

Be a lot less shite if we could find a singer who could sing.

Images and thoughts prey on my mind,

gastric disturbances... That means aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

So, what do you like doing, Colin?

All right, love?

What does that mean?

And how it affects me.

What are you on about?

to be taken with the, uh, phenobarbital that they gave you at the hospital.