Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Everythings turned from gold...into shit

Oh, God, Soph, really?

Look at you with your beautiful American wife and me with my lovely maybe girlfriend.

Nice. And how's your love life?

Hey, Nance. You've met Auntie Helen.

and raising our glasses... to true love.

I mean, legally, and therefore probably in the eyes of God.

Thanks so much for sorting me out with this, Toni.

'Must... think... words, funny words.'

Oh, this will be fun.

But why don't you come too, Soph?

Hamburg Weekend

'Public humiliation. Welcome to my world, Jeff.

Oh, what about her? I know her, she's a friend of Nancy's.

on every single egg under the Word Bird.

Really hope she gets it.

- With the both of you? - No, no, obviously, come along with... Sam!

Mmm. As an actual precursor to us getting married. On Friday.

I shouldn't have to be a machine in bed just because I meditate.

- I don't believe you. - Seriously. I wouldn't lie about a thing like this.

Night to remember or what?

'That wasn't convincing.'

Dooby dooby dooby dooby doo...

Health club interview. It's a biggie.

"Love life" may be a grandiose term for staring at women on the bus.

Nancy, it's lovely, your dooby-dooing, but could you wait till this ends?

"Good luck with the marriage."

And this first number is for Jez and Nancy.

But I say to those cynics,

Oh, OK... You're not going?

So I'll need the bed.