Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Why don't you go and wake him? Breakfast in 15 minutes.

What happened to my agent? Bastard Must have died.

You'll have to get its guts out.

All right here?

'53 Margaux. Best of the century.

We sent a letter to graham brady by mistake

Buy the Wellingtons.

They'll be goin' round this town shoutin', "Bring out your dead."

Goes into court in his caftan and a bell.

"What's all this? This is a court, man. This ain't fancy dress."

But not that tired, eh?

I'm sure we could find it together.

It was a tactical necessity.

Get a proper glass

I suggest you both go outside...

No. I wish I could. It's just thoughts, really.

That's what you'd say. But that wouldn't wash with Jeff.

Let me tell you something, Withnail. If he comes into my room again, it's murder,

No. I have to keep the gun. I intend to remain awake.

He says he won't come in for lunch without an apology.

- This place is uninhabitable. - Give it a chance. It's got to warm up.

I shall miss you, Withnail.

Its landlord was a retired alcoholic with military pretensions...

Let's all have a good laugh, eh, Withnail?

till he could take no more

No, no. No, no. Give me the gloves.

Because I don't advise it.

I trust their shapes will not offend your palates.

- What's he told you? - He told me about your arrest in the Tottenham Court Road.

Have you got soup? Why didn't I get any soup?

Dosed 'em. I expect they're dead down the drain.

Then why is he wearing that old suit?

- Where are we? - How should I know where we are?

In fact, he'd probably tell you what he was gonna do before he did it.

We can't stay. He won't leave me alone.

- He told you that? - You mustn't blame him.

No. No more, thank you.

"which, alas, has always been denied to me.

"You think you look normal, Your Honor?"

Mistake, I'm telling you. This was a dreadful mistake.

When I was a lad, I'd rocket off on my tandem with Wrigglesworth, and we'd just ride and ride.

I know where you are, at Crow Crag.

We must have heat.

How dare you call me inhumane!

Are you the Farmer?

You already have... twice.

Jim needs soup .

Alright here’s the plan, we’ll stop watching Brentford means we’ll miss out this miserable season & come up smiling in the champions

How come Monty owns such a horrible little shack?

- Where is he? - Sulking up the hill.

And as Presuming Ed here has so consistently pointed out...

Understudy Constantine? I'm not going to understudy Constantine.

Parkin's been. There's our supper.

- Are you the farmer? - Shut up! I'll deal with this!

You just wait! Just you wait!

As a matter of fact, I'm thinking of retiring and going into business.

The old bugger's come a long way, and I didn't want to put the wind up him.

Let's go. He's a madman.

Garlic, rosemary and salt.

He's so mauve. We don't know what he's planning.

No. I'm making time.

- you've got another thing coming. - I give you my word.

And both bars on.

Have you had any training in the martial arts?

Not as spaced as your rodents.

I ain't got no birds, no more than you have.

- Don't threaten me with a dead fish. - Half dead, he may be.

But he's ashamed. He refuses to come out and accept what he is.

We've come on an epic by mistake And we haven't got any food

- Where's the coffee? - "In a world exclusive interview,

And I'm sitting in this bloody shack, and I can't cope with Withnail.

I knew you were a tiny dicked man

Colin, you terrible cunt

We'll have another pair of large scotches.

I feel like a pig shat in my head.

Headhunter to everybody. He doesn't have any friends.

Oh, my dear boy.

You're in my room, I'm in his room and he's down here.

Even a stopped clock gives the right time twice a day.

If my father was loaded, I'd ask him for some money.

Perfumed ponce!!

I'm so uptight with him, I can't stop myself.

I’ve become a Sith by mistake

Before I became a journalist, I was in the Territorials.

And that's why you mustn't hold back, let it ruin your youth as I nearly did over Eric.

- We want cake and tea. - Didn't you hear?

- We forgot to bring our Wellingtons. - Oh, but how dreadful.

- How did you get in? - Ingenuity, man.

No, hasn't heard a thing. Apparently, they're still seeing people.

- Congratulations. - Where exactly have you two been?

St Peter preached the epistles to the apostles looking like that.

We became middleware developers by mistake

Don't get uptight with me, man.

Why can't I play the part?

What are you talking about Andy?

It can stand with its legs on either side of that.

Tomorrow we'll go down that farm and get some logs.

I'll say good night, then, Monty.

offer him yourself

and there's gonna be a lot of refugees.

"33-year-old shot putterJeff Wode, who weighs 317 pounds,

I am a trained reprographer, reduced to the stakes of a bum

He keeps a sensational cellar.