Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

you didn't actually complete the journey? Oh, I did, yeah.

Victor! The painting in the kitchen is a fucking Cezanne!

there's the cutest denim jacket down in the arcade. Mm-hm.

# Will I be brave and laugh in its face?

Not all the details, no.

A quick game is a good game, eh, Jake?

Even just briefly, to be close enough to smell the canvas,

Are you serious?!

Did you touch that glass?

You jumped! I didn't mean to.

See you soon. "Yeah, see you."

Then fucking get it, both of you!

but maybe...you could just say,

You have to recognise that with relief.

Come on in here, you prick!

I'm gonna come and get you, OK? ""

You gonna tune in tonight? "Right on showtime.

he loves you so much. And he didn't wanna complicate your life

Shush! Don't fucking shush me!

Then Drew hit on something else.

They're in. Good.

Another Streeton.

Meet them in the garage, take them to their rooms down the backstairs.

That's where the poison was... on the glass.

He'll be there. "It's going ahead.

Hmm. Salute. It's been too long.

The cars are yours, titles signed over to you,

Just take it and fuck off. You don't tell me what to fucking do!

..art collectors, they like to show off.

He destroyed 400 of his masterworks in grief when his wife died.

And this is a fucking two storeys underground. Boom!

Hey, look...I gotta go.

Because our host is still somewhere in the house.

Maybe you're just not smart enough to understand.

I wanna make it personal!"

We can go anywhere you want. Look, I'm excited.

I'm sweating like a motherfucker.

And that was my start in politics.

Ask the Minister why it's safer not to call the cops.

Right, when the car goes through,

Are you left or right-handed? I'm right.

Your dad had a vasectomy. OK?

Hi, Paul. Alex. Alex.

You're a gambler? Yeah.

There are fresh ingredients in the fridge if you wanna cook.

you can always refill the glass.'

I'm just so fucking ashamed!

would add up to minutes, if that.

# Will I slip quietly into the haze?

What is the code?

when you forgive imperfections.

Now, I don't recognise your face.