Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Withnail
I feel unusual I think we should go outside
Burnt! Burnt! The fucking kettle's on fire!
Oh, splendid! So you're a Thespian too?
No, I hear you're a little wizard in the kitchen. I shall need you, to work the joint.
We got a drink, didn't we?
I've signed up for a marathon by mistake
Rue the day
- Ugh. - What is it? What have you found?
"A requiem for England." - How right you are. How right you are.
Do you think you could tell me where I could buy some coal and wood?
We've sold the Saudis missiles by mistake
What did he say to you?
Well, we've got enough furniture for tonight.
The fucker will rue the day
Yet again, that oaf has destroyed my day.
Alas, I have little more than vintage wine and memories.
Hmm?
I feel like a pig shat in my head
It's trying to get itself in with you. It's trying for even more advantage.
All right. I'll walk with you through the park.
"Here hare, here."
and have a word with him.
Well, lick ten percent of the asses for me, then!
There were meteors in the sky hit by a veloceraptor with ketchup.
Got a bit carried away. Sort of said it without thinking.
You can have it for nothing.
We've gone to Kortrijk by mistake
Danny? How did he get in?
I had to scrub them with essence of petunia.
- All right here? - What do you want?
which means him having a weekend's indulgence at my expense,
Perfectly all right. Leave him to me.
to avoid the realities of your relationship with him.
What is all this tactical necessity and calculated risk?
What about what's-his-name?
Free to those who can afford it Very expensive to those who can't
The old order changeth,
I think you should strangle it instantly, in case it starts to make friends with us.
You bloody fool. We'll end up in court again.
Here, hare here.
- Give me the bottle. - Look at that. Look at that.
Good ol'Jake, eh? I told you. He's back.
For God... Will you shut up, for God's sake? You're giving me the fear.
I'm afraid I can't offer you gentlemen anything.
I've been watching you all evening.
with its earlobes and cannonball is not considered sane.
Perpetual rain, freezing cold.
Jesus! You're covered in shit.
Here Claire hair
Wasn't much in the tube. Nothing left for you.
I really don't want you to.
Will it? That's what you say.
Ponce.
Okay. Yeah. Promise.
What he said to me was
to have passed my lips in the last 60 hours.
Off you go, then.
At luncheon, you couldn't tear your gaze from mine.
There's a miserable little pensioner down there.
I demand to have some Dahlias!!!
and you just sit in here drinking.
where royalty comes in gangs.
Have either of you got shoes?
Imagine getting into a fight with the fucker.
I'm sure he wouldn't resent us a parting drink.
Isn't it stimulating, getting back to a basic sort of life for a while?
CHATEAU MARGAUX BEST OF THE CENTURY!
No idea.
Or do you shut yourself off from new experience?
Street, "the embalmer."
- I've gone and fucked my brain! - Change, man.
He went to the other place, Monty.
he's got a better chance of dealing with the other.
The murder and all-bran and rape?
Just because the best tailoring you've ever seen is above you fucking appendix doesn't mean anything
Hello? How dare you? Fuck you!
Will we never be set free?
- How did you repair the window? - Oh, I didn't break it.
- Cake. All right here? - Uh, no. We're closing in a minute.
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I'd have taken great pleasure in gunning this pullet down.
If you can't find anything, bring in the shed.
- That would be very kind, Mr... - Parkin.
Have you got soup? Why didn't I get any soup?
What good's the countryside?
Now a bloody madman on the prowl outside with eels.
some miserable cheap cigar, and the bastards won't see me.
I think I'll call myself Donald Twain.
You know, farmers, traveling tinkers,
Quite freaked me at the time. I was gonna cook onions.
I happened to be looking for a suit for the Coalman two weeks ago.
how the spike protein got its name
We went to Durham by mistake
To a delightful weekend in the country.
and now I'm calling you one.
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Oh, you went to Eton?
Balls! I'll swallow it and run a mile
I'm gonna be a star!
- What is it? - It's the killer.
- You mean ratty. - I told him to piss off.
Just say there are a couple of football fans from Dartford and we want them removed.
Another hand?
Two large gins, two pints of cider, ice in the cider.
Apart from a raw potato, That's the first solid to pass my lips the the last 60 hours. I must be ill.
He posts on the other place, Monty
are his clients and occasionally the police.
- What for? - Ask him about his house.
We'll be back.
- "I do sincerely hope that you will find the happiness...
Dealt with 'em. What the fuck do you mean?
- Shouldn't it be more bald than that? - No, it shouldn't.
He's over there. Look. Here.
I can't, Withnail. I've gotta walk to the station. I'll be late.
Quite freaked me at the time I was gonna cook onions
I've been watching you.
I invented it in Camberwell, and it looks like a carrot.
Easy for you to say, lovey. You've had an audition.