Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Take your trousers off.

Okay, gentlemen, plan of attack.

You know what will help? Going to see the woman you love.

Oi, he hasn't tapped in.

You're gonna go to this address

[screaming, laughing]

Are you there, God?

Whoo. Whoo. Whoo.

[bus brakes squeal]

[cheering, chattering]

What is this place?

Sir, can I see your membership card, please?

[Jeremy] Mae, I love you!

[empty can clattering]

They were really nice guys in the end.

-[all chuckling] -Fucking hell.

Morning, fellas.

Just like my legs after a date with a guy who kept correcting me,

-Rough match, mate. -We thought you needed a hug.

I'm a Merton man, myself.

Not you. Not a dead ringer for Dame Judi Dench.

It was moment after moment like this.

…exactly what football's all about.

Flat white. Coffee, black. Peppermint latte.

It happens on the street.

Who the fuck are you?

I've been to Vegas many times.