Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's too real, Roy!
cos I'm frightened of touching my eyes.
- Hi, Gary. - All right?
Well, if someone called me a "big, ugly builder",
- So how's it all going? - I've finished that other wall.
I- I have to get home. I have to get home.
- Mr Reynholm, please! - What?
I mean, I like tall... beautiful girls.
Sorry, bit out of breath.
Gambling? No.
- Nice glasses! - Not as nice as your momma's glasses!
...maybe the reason I have to wear glasses
promise me that you'll shoot yourself without a moment's hesitation.
and if you don't mind me saying,
I would be beholden to you
Father?! Is it really you?
- What, all of them? - No, just one of them.
I've got a flipping gun! I've got a flipping gun!
but then they caught him...
It's better I just get it back now before
Oh, is that meeting today? Hell's bells!
you said you had a problem with your laptop.
Them chips is shit, innit?
- Are you sure? - Yeah.
WHAT, THE WHOLE CRICKETER?
OK.
Got you, you crafty Irish bastard!
I can't hear you. Can't you see we're having an iPod party?
Yeah.
Do you know how much trouble we're in?
Them bears is sh*t, innit?
To think of all the deserters he shot in the head with this!