Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Can I ask you something? Sure.

Things between me and Molly, they've gone a bit rancid.

And Joe, he's like this great guy, and cool job...

But that was actually probably my favourite line of the two.

Just FYI sort of thing, there is a very slim possibility that...

Look, it's just a caper gone bad. He wanted your swipe card,

Cos I always think self-esteem is a lot like actual steam.

OK, well, I propose a wager, good sir. Loser buys the ploughman's?

Yeah, well, I have a place there.

And you don't deserve Joe, cos I've been with him, and he fucks like a dinosaur.

How are you feeling today?

What next? Take her up in a hot-air balloon, get your anuses bleached?

'Oh, God, here he goes.

Three golden eggs! And I'm up the beanstalk.

'God, my teeth are dry!'

'Eye of the tiger. Fuck you, everyone. Fuck you, Dad.'

Can we just finish the game and do this afterwards, please?

It's just not me.

April, that's...that's awful.

Ooh, are we going to win the match? What if we lose the match?

Oh, and no-one ever goes over a red line, do they, Jeremy(?)

'Back into the cesspool.'

'until the day I die.

I was wondering... 'Is this a walloping?'

'Walnut Whip. Little cry. Wank into a flannel.'

Oh, don't be so fucking parochial, Mark.

Like a piece of shit.

So I am? I'm a shit?

Does Angus seem OK to you?

Wank into a flannel

How fascinating.

iPad. Yeah, cos...it's just an iPad.

'God, I'm a good friend. I've really stuck my neck out for Mark there.'

Sure. Sure it might.

HE LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY

Apparently, you get an incredibly clear silhouette of the whole downstairs area.

DESCENDING BEEPS

HE LAUGHS Oh, Joe.