Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'll be mixing with the high society, living the high life.

monkey nuts, trumpets and spanners.

Charlie wasn't fazed, though. He just zoomed about the place,

- But he's called Charlie. - No, the author's name.

Eric Philips decided to refreeze Charlie

- He's gonna come for you. - He thinks Charlie's real. He's priceless.

Yes, yes, I do.

Calm like an ocean.

- Mmm. - Anything else to add to that?

Now, the monkey, I'm loving him but the other guy, I'm getting nothing off him.

It's impossible to be unhappy in a poncho.

I like thick girls, girls who like bright colours, dancing and soft fabrics.

It's not really about quantity when it comes to the modern novel.

Oh. Are you sure?

- Relax. - All right.

I fail to see what's funny about that.

- You could come along with me. - Cool.

As if you're gonna be a writer. You haven't even got a pen.

- I'm gonna be a novelist. - I write novels.

Simon McFarnaby.

Vince, I'm impressed with your work in the show.

- This better be good. - You know the black bits in bananas.

It's a damn good sentence I'll have you know.

- She's an intellectual. - Really?

- He's freaking out. - What's wrong with him?

- Spying on Gideon? - No, having my lunch.

- I haven't seen much evidence of that. - Well, I've got writer's block.

She keeps coming round, making me little pastries. I don't know what to do.

- You'd like that, wouldn't you? - No.

- Something a little larger? - No, I'm fine with this one.

It was too hot in Toronto and he melted like a pink bitch

You catch on fast, fool.

What if you come the party with me?

(Chuckles) Oh. The lnuits didn't mind.

There is just one thing.

Don't be stupid. Go on. Read it.