Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Interpol's Antics, in its entirety.

Oi, you, bighead! Come over here.

- All right, fair enough. Good choice. - Thank you.

- Oh, what is your beef with the Mac? - The same beef every right-thinking man has.

She was here last Thursday - the one eating toast.

Watch the room crumble at the awe of the H-Man.

OK, what I've gone for is an olive-green rollneck and quite a heavy-gauge corduroy.

Good people? Let's have a look at some of these friends of yours.

- What? - Hiding from the shame and embarrassment

- What? Too much? - It's not the 18th century.

- You want me to cover for you again? - I love my wife,

Lester Corncrake there, good friend of mine. Whoo!

it was frightening in the dark!

I'm a real man, a man of substance. And I'm having a quiet night in.

I like your hat, man. Can my mate Ricky borrow it? Cos he likes it.

- OK. Ready to bust some moves? - Does a chicken have lips?

- Hi. Hello. - Hi.

That's right, easing out the comedown -

- No. - How about I talk to you like a baby?

Now everyone get out.

- What do you do? - I don't do anything.

Especially when you're having fun. A few ground rules:

One girl comes in, bats her lashes at you, and you melt like warm Nutella.