Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The Queen? Yeah, it was either the Queen or Jenson Button,

I don't know, I feel like if we go away together, that might fix everything.

You know what... Soz.

He cut these kind of tramlines into his hair.

Sounds perfect.

It's happening, then. Joe's starting to see through me.

Playing conkers with your little chum? Get back to work. What about my coffee?

Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh...

Don't you think I should do it? I'm totally doing it. Should I do it?

Mind you, I've got cramp in my hand from hitting the £10 repeater so many times.

So, where's this gastro pub, then, Hans?

I can't be expected to remember where it all goes.

but nothing on the Byzantine Church?

I've been putting it off for months and I thought,

It's coming from Holland.

Let's just say young Mr Wade's attempts not to rob Mark's bank

Come on, Mark, on your high horse.

PHONE BEEPS Hello? Hello?

Go on, then. Yeah?

'Finally get a proper look at my arse.

I'm joking! Lighten up!

Oi, oi, choirboy! Fancy seeing you here.

and dissected it to death.

Oh...yeah, we went for a little checkup.

I love this office.

So, what was your final tally?

'Fuck tennis. It's basically bullshit ping pong for giants.'

He said you went to a Byzantine church?

'Hunker down, Jeremy, into the brain bunker.'

What about Angus?