Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- No. - Don't be so spoilt.

We've just been on telly, lads.

- All right. - Go on, fuck off.

That's a bit presumptuous, don't you think?

Annik Honore, bonjour.

Come on, into the pain.

Well, if he were chatty we'd be worried.

Look, I've got to pack up my gig. Ring me.

since George Best got kicked out for blasting a bouncer.

Scared of what?

double vision, drowsiness, dizziness,

Just with it being recorded and all that.

I'll even sign the contracts in my own blood if it'll make you happy.

It's not very professional to spell the drummer's name wrong, is it?

- Hello. - It's Ian.

Is she with him?

I'd never stand for that.

get out of hand, and can never be repaired.

Hang on. Come with me. Come with the Hookster.

Come on, then. Let's have it.

No. We're pretty shite.

- What about "arse"? - What?

First two tracks, Disorder, Colony, till Ian feels better. Twenty quid.

My marriage was a mistake.

Good girl. Well done.

Wouldn't you say that was so, Mr Curtis?

I owe you everything. I love you.

I'd be as upset as if they kicked my girlfriend.

And I said, um, that we'd go. 'Cause Mum and Dad can look after Natalie.

So it was my life began

What about Joy Division's music?

Forget the record. He's got to put us on.

Are you asking?

Anybody, please?

One pound ten an hour.

Everywhere in chicken town

from you and Joan of Arc.

Excuse me, but what happened to Slaves of Venus?

Oh, here we go. Who's that?

and, uh, she's invited us to her flat warming party.

I never meant for it to grow like this.

This isn't right, this, Rob.

- Take it easy. - See you soon, Ian.

- What about the money? - It's 50l50 on the profits.

Ian? I've got an idea.

- I'm not. I'm dying! - You've got a little cold

- Tony Wilson's over there. - Who?

Come on, stop messing.