Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[chuckles]
[chuckles]
Oh, well, I'm very sorry, madam, but your flat is on fire.
Sorry about the shit game today.
A catastrophe of epic proportions.
[male announcer over PA] Mind the gap.
[laughs]
And so, in conclusion,
-Yeah. Yeah. -Yeah.
It's me, Margaret's little boy.
-[whispers] Sarah Coombes. -Sarah Coombes.
[male announcer] Doors closing. Stand clear of the doors, please.
[Coach Beard grunts]
-Oi. -[cheering]
No. That's Nelson Road.
like in that Ed Norton movie.
One exposed arse can bring down the monarchy itself.
Oi, babe, I'm here, but I forgot my keys.
-[Baz] Three big boots of ale? -[chuckles] This guy.
That's how it starts, isn't it? First you book a cab.
My name is Sarah Coombes. What is your name?
Anything you like.
No.
[sirens wailing in distance]
Longtime listener, first-time caller. And I know you're probably busy,
am I right?
Goddamn fucking shit!
[chuckles]
You left these at our flat.
None of my business.
You guys are about to save my life.
Okay then.
[crying]
Be careful. We have decency laws in England.
and all of a sudden, you and fake Melania have downloaded all my bank details
Are you Renee?
Uh, it's very important that we get in touch with, uh--
These should fit.
[Coach Beard] Ah, man. Come on.
[grunts]
Christ Church.
Haunting?
What the hell was your thinking behind those tactics?
I love you too. I love you too!
[chuckles]
Well, look who it isn't. [chuckles]
♪ Without a love of my own ♪
-[gasps] -Ah. [chuckles]