Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm taking two.

Come around to speak to, you know...

Side effects include drowsiness, apathy, agitation

When you say a thing like that it makes me think you don't love me anymore.

some four or five years ago would make me feel how I do.

- Hi. - She's gorgeous. Debbie, hi.

Are you sure you want to do this?

Apparently they tear up the stage and kick off mid-set.

OK, how are you?

You, you fucker!

I believe in feeling, yeah.

A bit tall, bit odd, but yeah.

It all used to be so simple, everything.

She's not a Frenchy. She's, uh, she's a Belgy.

Well, then, you'll be the next band I'll put on, darling.

I've got a brew for you.

Tell me your favourite movie.

- I do not like hot dogs! - OK.

I don't deserve this.

- You all right? - Mmm.

Right. I'm gonna nip to the shop.

I told you it's broke.

But he can seem a bit distant to people he don't know. Trust me.

She wants a divorce.

All right, Ian?

I don't know what to say.

- Hiya. - All right, Debbie?

But you've got to sign with Factory. This isn't an issue.

...at the same time I feel like

Ian, your room's still here. You know that, don't you?

who have no heart, and can't see the difference anyway.

Unknown Pleasures was it.

Do you want to sleep with other men?

All my love... Ian.

Rob Gretton. I already manage a couple of bands.

...please come to bed.

And what the fuck can I do for you? Need some money, a place to crash?

Can someone help me?

- Ian, you fuckin' menk! - Ian, caIm it, mate!

Well, I'll speak to you later, then.

I don't fuck about with talent I want to work with.

I should have tried harder.

- You'll have to be out a bit more. - Yeah.

What about your wife?

and steering away from alcohol.

It frightens me.