Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Monty…
Scrubbers everywhere you go
and you will be held responsible in law.
Shhh! Shhh!
Do you like vegetables?
- How dare you tell him that! - Sorry about that.
- What's that appalling smell? - Perfume on my boots.
I think an evening at the Crow
What absolute twaddle
- We'll leave the car till later. Leave this to me. - I'll come. I fancy a walk.
Danny's here. Headhunter to his friends.
Night night
And if I spike you, you'll know you've been spoken to.
Why are we having lunch in here?
And he's gonna do something about the car.
But he's a very low-temperature spade, the Coalman.
Where did you school?
Oh, this is ridiculous. I'll have to sleep in your bed.
He's so Mauve. We don't know what he's planning.
If your father was my father, you wouldn't get it.
- You've been busy in here? - As a bee.
I've hitherto suspected in you but not noticed, due to highly evasive skills.
This is all your fault.
Boy.
Have we got any embrocation?
One hardly says that.
I seen a fat man. London type. Queer sort.
Perfumed Ponce!
Uh, yes, well. Uh... good night.
- Oh, no!
The only thing you're in that I have been in is this fucking bath!
Honestly, I've only had a few ales.
We've
And soon...
Four hours till opening time. God help us.
You beastly little parasite! How dare you?
Sod your pheasants! You'll have to find us first.
- What about this chicken? - He's on the back.
I wanna be alone.
Can't, actually. I mean, I'd love to stay, but he's more adamant to get back than I am.
Followed by yet another anecdote about his sensitive crimes...
Had a weight under his fez.
.
We want the finest ice creams known to humanity
you refuse everything but a urine sample.
Maybe he eats asses
from the H.E. Bates novel I'd read.
What fucker said that?
Don't look. I'm dealing with it.
Listen, I don't know what my... acquaintance did to upset you,
WE'VE LEFT THE EU BY MISTAKE
Oh, wait for us to finish, dear boy. We'll all go.
Don't vent spleen on me! I'm in the same boat!
Monty.
Then you get horribly drunk, and they can't fucking touch you.
But I'll come up after you, and I'll wake you up with a live one.
Keep back, keep back. The entire sink's gone rotten.
What you have done will have to be paid for.
That is a dog. Belongs to the fellow downstairs.
And the Coalman looks at him and says,
Siiting down to enjoy my holiday
Listen, Withnail. It's a stinker. Why don't you go back?
The police, Miss Blenehassitt.
He's going away.
They're sellin' hippie wigs in Woolworth's, man.
Would you like a drink?
Do you mean you've been up here in all this beastly mud and oomska without Wellingtons?
Don't Go - There are things in there - there's a Teabag growing and
I think we've been in here too long.
Stop. Get down.
My heart's beating like a fucked clock!
All right. We'll get the lunch done, and then we'll leave.
Get away from the car.
I want something's flesh!
I think i'll go into Borgin and Burks first. Hi what book takes your fancy today? The Monster Book of Monsters and Charm Your Own Cheese that's ten Gringotts Knuts thank you have a magical day.
- Are you a sponge or a stone? - What do you mean?
Night night
French?
- There's something floating up. - Fork it!
I'm just trying to establish you in some sort of context he'd understand.
Iran. Ohh, a crack at the mullahs
We're making a bank my mistake
"And indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition...
You can stuff it up your arse ....for nothing and fuck off while you're doing it!
Except, of course, the problems tend to take the edge off the pleasure.
"I fuck arses." Who fucks arses?
Why is he wearing that old suit?
I want you to take one deep breath and fill this bag.
Can you help me I've joined a basketball guessing game by mistake
Operation Save Big Dog moves to next level.
Please don't.
in a punt with a chap called Norman...
You shouldn't treat each other so badly.
But I've got us a bottle open.
and we got a plate full of carrots.
"'He used to get in bad tempers,' says his wife.
No, I haven't got another.
Clearly a myth.
DANNY YOU TERRIBLE CUNT!!
That's right. Put on the gloves.
I suppose happiness is relative.
- Yeah, I know that. You've gotta kill it. - Me?
The greatest decade in the history of mankind is over.
Then we'll eat a pork pie. Then we'll drop a couple of Surmontil 50s each.
To tutor it in the ways of righteousness...
I knew you were a services man.
Don't vent spleen on me! I'm in the same boat!
He's not in my room, all right? That's the condition, all right?
Hold on. Don't let your imagination run away with you.
Stop that bull!
we went swimming by mistake
He's building the prototype now.
here on this fucking mountainside!
I've made a life for myself in Stockport by mistake
- Shits itself? - He's an expert.
one's ambition ceases.
Good ol'Jake is back.
- It's probably foxes looking for grub. - Listen. Listen.
You don't want to go to Manchester anyway. Play a bloody soldier?
Or hang on and keep getting higher?
Mr. Parkin. What happened to your leg?
You haven't time. We're taking late luncheon at 3:00.
Have you got any food?
Get that damned little swine out of here!
Jake isn't a friend, Monty. I'd hoped to avoid telling you this,
"Perhaps it is appropriate justice for the eavesdropper...
- What pot? - Our cooking pot.
We are indeed drifting into the arena of the unwell.
Thought I was going for a minute.