Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, look, I don't even realise I'm doing it.
Well, it is your house.
What is hotel?
- Well, there's good news and bad news. - OK.
It was my husband, George.
OK, OK. Well... Give me the good news...
Lesson learnt. What shall we do?
- So did I. - Yeah, yeah.
Oh, God.
- Oh! - He's an artist.
Like a niece, a great-great-great...
What's going on? All I can see is shoes.
(SHOUTING CONTINUES)
Hup! Ah.
Though where she goes, we cannot say...
- Do you think we need a new one? - What?
He's fine now. He's a pastry chef.
You should be wearing a hard hat.
Because I have kept it, haven't I?
Hmm. But need fix architrave.
- Heather. - And if it can make money
No. Cold...
My heart.
Box. Move. Got wheel.
No, but the downstairs flat's got one you can look at.
- Poor you. - It's all right for you.
Would that so bad?
Excellent. Well, with my leadership and your skills...
Getting... Agh!
we could all make a pretty rad-looking basket.
I feel like I dreamt it all.
Well, technically I did, for a bit.
Hmm.
- All on you now, Julian. - (SHOUTS OF ENCOURAGEMENT)
Come on, then, pidgey-bigdey-bigdey!
PAT: Couldn't we all just live in the gatehouse?
Deal.
(OWL HOOTS)
- Hello? - Oh, hello. Is that Alison Cooper?
- MIKE: Hang on, hang on. - ALISON # Whoa-whoa-whoa! #
- GHOSTS: Hey! Woo! - Fixed it.