Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's not from me, Jeremy, that's from the bank.

Oh, er...sorry, I can't really hear you.

and there's a man in a stovepipe hat with a long, hooky stick, that's him.

we tell him, no shooting of Mark.

Why is he queueing? Robbers don't queue.

No. Because it was a red line.

"Seems like it might be in Mark's wheelhouse."

But it's good shit, it's real top-quality, Taste the Difference shit.

It's a standard loan statement.

And if Wadey could just borrow Mark's swipe card, we'd both be quids in.

I'm sorry, Jeremy.

No, what I wanted to ask you was...

'This isn't horrible. I'm just encouraging him.

'Jez.' Hey. 'I'm at the offices on Cowper Street.

You fuck like a little child.

I didn't want to dob him in, but we went for a stroll and...

You know, Angus would have been more than welcome to...

Go in there twice a week and bleed it like a radiator.

I'm not here to talk to you about a colonoscopy, Mark.

'Freudian mixed doubles.' Jeremy, can you hold your racket up?

I'll bring it. Exit...

I'm talking five figures. Five figures?

Some lovely fat lines of...chang.

He's quite obviously going to shoot everyone. What?!

I mean, we went for a ploughman's afterwards,

'My plan certainly has become quite Byzantine!'

and, frankly, it's a pamphlet.

Yeah, he...didn't fancy it.

Angus would never do this.

And is there a comprehensive history of the Byzantine Church

It was like he couldn't help himself.

Cocktails, six meals a day, bad karaoke.

is some kind of Gen X lifestyle choice when really...