Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Just let me in, mate. Please, Jez. I need to see Soph.
Right. Well, you should come in.
Ha-ha! You lose, Jeff! You losel
Are you trying to tell me you've gone gay?
'Mmm. Warm copies make everything better.'
But there's Jeff. I don't think we should see each other any more. Sorry, Mark.
'This is great. I think I prefer this to sex. No responsibility.
Yeah. 'Hey, I'm really good at this without realising how. This is ideal.'
Just finished. Green peppers won, as usual. It's Nuremberg all over again.
No.
Why not? Who loses?
'It's a relief. Tell me your dreams, memories and reflections, Jeff.
I could do a sponsored run.
Cos I'm in hell
like Pol Pot.
or when it's his round and you ask him for an extra bag of nuts. He's a real man.
6.30, like normal. You said it was urgent, Jeremy.
Let's brainstorm later. Sorry, Soph.
No, never. It's nothing like that.
'Ultra Strong. Yeah, he won't feel a thing. But then maybe he'll last longer.
Yeah, well, now I've gone gay,
'This is it. I have entered the world of men.
No, not really.
'Fetherlite. Don't want him to enjoy it any more than necessary.
It's fine.
So basically, man is programmed to do two things - kill and knob.
Oh, yeah. I play, all right. Misspent youth. You know the score.
I'm not his girlfriend.