Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You got your passport, Ian?
I've felt better.
You all right, Ian, mate?
It's a bit empty in here tonight.
Some of it, yeah, but...
The past is now part of my future.
So...
So it be you and I shall grow old
Tonight was great. It'll go down in history.
- One last time. - I can't.
I'll be back in a minute.
Come on in.
- They expect me to give more. - Just enjoy yourself.
Done. He sounds keen.
Or little Joe or maybe Lou
I don't want to hurt you, Debbie.
- How you feelin', Tony? - Mmm.
I miss you.
Fuckin' lightbulb need changin'?
Is 2.45 Thursday all right?
Did you remember to take your pills?
No.
- How's the band? - Yeah. Not bad.
Hey.
Good. That's great.
before and after the combustion reaction has occurred.
Because you haven't put us on television.
gastric disturbances... That means farting.
You fucker.
I'd be OK.
I never realised how one mistake in my life
- It's all coming apart. - No, it's all coming together.
The fuckin' clocks are fuckin' wrong The fuckin' days are fuckin' long
Hello, um...
Oh. I'm so, so sorry.
Just saying I wouldn't stand for it, that's all.
- You're joking? - We're gonna be contenders.
- I'm dying here. - Ten minutes. I'll give you it back.
Colonel Ralph Wade will be our auctioneer.
I'm so glad you're home.
and some warped truthfulness as seen through other people's eyes
- Hello. Hi. - All right?
- What's her name? - Annik.
Turned on its side
Free, independent woman.
Been a bit busy.
I think we should get married.
It says here Cirazapan usually prescribed for schizophrenia.
And, most importantly, we both fly the flag for the Republic of Manchester.
The journalist makes us out to be a bunch of pricks. Who gives a fuck?
Ian, Debbie on the phone for you.
It's only a crappy European fanzine.
Well, it's nice to know you two are talking properly again.
We're Joy Division, you're the crowd. Good night. God bless.
Or let me die
All New York City's broken hearts
Why not?
Well, that's fuckin' brilliant, Ian.
What are you lot called again?
- All right. Joy Division's good. - Joy Division, eh?
- Tess. - Hello, Tess.
Do you think it's right for you to be out in your condition?
Shit!