Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Uh, four beers, please. -Would you like them in glass, sir?

Oh, no. You'll not make a fool of me.

[Coach Beard] I'm trying.

Or do we lay the blame on the coaching staff?

Sorry, but where did you guys study?

[all chuckling]

[footsteps departing]

Bed. This is England, mate. Pubs shut at 11:30.

Nuh-uh. I meant about the match.

Y-You need to come down here immediately.

[Paul] It's beautiful.

I think you dropped those.

Because I told her it's hard to know where I stand,

[Richard shouting in French]

Gary, part of me thinks Beard really wanted to get beat up tonight.

Say good night, son.

Then act like it.

You're not in charge of me.

I think that's it, yeah.

Is that love, or do I just have a problem?

Good evening. [gasps]

Not anyone. Shame on you, sir! Good night.

-What game? -You won't touch my phone.