Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Chris] Anytime. I'll see you shortly.

Not the middle, the end.

[Chris chuckles] Your full support

[suspenseful music playing]

I had a dream last night about Holly.

Oh, where the fuck's me pumpkin coach?

Because I need to see your lying face.

[exhales sharply]

I mean… [sighing]

Uh, I'm just trying to thank you in Russian.

[James sighing] I will make this up to you.

[dramatic music playing]

[journalist] Mr Whitehouse!

[James breathing deeply]

I haven't got another.

Oh my God, I love this song!

When did Miss Lytton first tell you about the events we are concerned with?

I… I think she kept hoping she could will away the fact that it happened.

[Sophie gasping]

[students cheering]

When we spent two weeks in Corsica, and we made love every single night,

is that Miss Ledger hounded the complainant.

-And you like clarity, is that right? -Absolutely.

What a massive workout your penis was getting.

[breath shuddering]

Uh, no, thank you, Krystyna.

[breathing deeply]

What, at this hour?

That's not true.

[rock music playing]

Absolutely no ear.

[Kate's breath shuddering]

Rubbish. She's lucky to have you.

-[Chris] What did you say to him? -Why are you FaceTiming me?

-[cell phone chimes] -God, he's vile.

Now it seems to have deserted us, our luck.

I hope you don't mind me saying what I've always suspected.

[woman] Are you sure I shouldn't soak his shirt?

[gate screeching]

[James] I'm late for the Libertines.

[exhaling slowly]

And occasionally compelling.

Because you know, James, the distinct parallels