Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well? - Two minutes, 30. Same as...

- Uh-huh. - OK.

poking around in every corner,

- Three letter, "gluteus maximus"...

- TV: - It's just a pity the owners are being so uncooperative

something about in-app purchases, spending limits, blah-blah-blah.

you get some idea of the sheer size of this place...

- Well, let's not be too hasty. No-one's heard my Nelson Mandela.

- What?! - There was a review in Robin's paper

- No, but... - Actually, Robin,

but there's nothing creepy going on here, actually.

- MUTTERS: - ..fake it? - Eh?

so, well, let me put something to you.

where restless spirits are said to...

- Robin, for the last time, no newspaper's going to...

Oh, I'm not on Newsnight now, am I?

- So, this Grey Lady...

Yeah, it's blackmail.

No, no, nothing.

Still want that phone?

Smell-tergeist.

MIMICS: - Orf the lawn!

Sack? - Silk. Silk. And I have said, "Don't touch."

- Maradona - scores with a handball, swings the match.

- Well, it doesn't say "lady".

- Erm, we need it to look nice,

- The second he puts it down, do your worst. - All right.

- Hi! - Back to the grindstone.

- Well, back to weddings, then.

And joining me this week is renowned poet Thomas Thorne!

- Yeah. That's... OK.

- BOTH: - No. - No!

- Apart from that one.

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