Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Here haar here
I have some extremely distressing news.
All right then, lovey. Let's get you to bed.
Survey of rural types.
We can bake the potatoes in the oven...
"lost all my mirth.
Look at him! Look at Jeff Wode!
Do you realize this gaff's overwhelmed with rodents?
First thing we've got to do is get this fire alight.
If you were hanging on to a rising balloon,
I must go home at once and discuss his problems in depth.
- What do you mean? - I've dealt with 'em.
Mars apparently...
I must be out of my mind.
I couldn't. I'm spaced.
We want the finest weed known to humanity
Right. We're going.
You'll have to see me son. He runs this farm.
No.
Very, very foolish words, man.
Four floors up on the Charing Cross Road,
Yes, we'll buy this place, and we'll install a fucking jukebox in here...
No, you're not. I can't get my boots on when they're hot.
This is insanity! I can't keep this up!
I recommend you smoke some more grass.
And... oh!
- It will die! It will die! - Monty. Monty.
- It's a bloody good little theater. - It's not much of a part, is it?
You want Working on boy
He won't hear a thing.
Must be 20,000 sheep out there on those volcanoes,
- What about him? - Why don't you give him a call?
we've elected a series of cruel, maniacal tory governments by mistake
Eat some sugar.
Why don't you use a cup like any other human being?
Mmm, more meat?
It is the most shattering experience of a young man's life...
It's impossible to use 12 papers in one joint.
Then the fucker will rue the day.
We've joined HR by mistake
Hmm...
We'll have to try and make friends with him.
Wake up, you bastard, or I'll burn this bastard bed down.
Trump, you dreadful little Israelite
- Get your kit together. We're leaving in half an hour. - Half an hour?
Are you the doctor? I’ve gone to hospital by mistake
Especially you, prancing like a tit.
Please stop!
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Anyway, I loathe those Russian plays.
Hurry up, Mabs. We'll keep them here till they arrive.
Rejuvenate? I'm in a park, and I'm practically dead.
I thought they'd all be out the back, drinking cider, discussing butter.
Balls to Monty. We're getting out.
I don't have the time.
mood
Of course you are. You're simply blackmailing your emotions...
The only people he converses with...
- Who's there? - Telegram.
"Are you a sponge or a stone?"
"Accident black spot." These aren't accidents!
We mean no harm!
I tell you, I can't take much more of this.
And this one has a definite imbalance of hormone in him.
- Nothing. - You can tell me.
According to these instructions,
- Really? - Yeah, and you gotta change its drawers for it.
- They'll make you cut your hair. - So what? You'd lose a leg.
I'm making time.
He's right, Withnail. Look at him.
That's it. Next garage, I've gotta do something about that wiper.
- Who says it's a Camberwell Carrot? - I do.
Evidently, country people are no more receptive to strangers than city dwellers.
There. Now, garlic,
- What's that? - The fuel and wood situation.
Fat man, owns the cottage.
It depends entirely on the quality of the wine.
Quite freaked me at the time.
WE'VE GONE FOR FRIES BY MISTAKE
× "And If I Spike You, You'll Know You've Been Spoken To."
It won't be the first time I've been left with the couch.
- l- l-I'll sleep in the other room, if I may. - Anywhere you like.
Maybe it's the farmer.
how you feel, your desires.
His mechanism's gone. He's had more drugs than you've had hot dinners.
Offer him yourself.
- We'll leave first thing tomorrow morning. - Tomorrow? What about tonight?
I never thought it would be a polythene bag without a hole in it.
You wouldn't spike me. You're too mean.
I'm not having this shag sack insulting me.
Here haar here
Give Me a Valium I'm getting the Fear !
I have absolutely no interest in yours.
It was like walking into a lung,
Because it wouldn't have helped if I hadn't.
I fuck arses? May be he fucks arses?