Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

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

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

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

You catch on fast, fool.

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

I fail to see what's funny about that.

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

monkey nuts, trumpets and spanners.

It's impossible to be unhappy in a poncho.

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

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

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

Yes, yes, I do.

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

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

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

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

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

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

- She's an intellectual. - Really?

Oh. Are you sure?

Calm like an ocean.

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

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

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

- Mmm. - Anything else to add to that?

Eric Philips decided to refreeze Charlie

Simon McFarnaby.

What if you come the party with me?

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

- Relax. - All right.

- You could come along with me. - Cool.

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

There is just one thing.