Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You said you were 99% sure.

you're not really my type.

I've got a gun! I've got a ruddy gun!

But I can't leave him on his own.

- Gary's a builder from hell? - I think so.

but maybe I'm boring you.

cos we've got a... a-a-a-a rapport, haven't... haven't we?

I promise, Father.

But this time, after I make a "hurtful comment",

I wonder if it's loaded.

I pass it on to you in the hope that if things ever get too bad,

"I'm going to strain my personal potatoes throughout her premises."

please calm down before you blow your stack. #firedisguisher. keep calm! and don't FLAME WORDS!

You look a right old muppet in them!

The gold flakes in the drinking water are the problem.

- Get out. - No, wait! Wait.

You're welcome.

But... but what did it all mean?

Them chips is shit, innit?

Well... what did he do?

I like tall, beautiful men