Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You-- I don't know what I'm doing wrong here.

at a tanning salon eight miles away in Croxteth.

Come on. The image I just gave him is gonna last for a lifetime.

Um, so, uh, since Jamie Tartt has gone back to Man City,

Let's go get these fuckers.

Both of whom I've completely neglected to speak to in the last six years.

Oh. Speak of the devil.

Right, what's in the plan for tonight, then?

But the concierge was able to locate one

What? He would've spent a cash tip in, like, a minute.

-What is this? -It's just my thoughts on the team.

-Where's Stinky gone? She abandoned you? -No, she just went to pee.

Hey, guys. Seriously, come on. Talk to me. What's up?

and ride that little mustache like a Jet Ski.

Yeah, that's not Rebecca.

No, it's-- it's not you. It's-- Oh, fuck.

Could I, uh, just introduce you to--

Jesus, I didn't know that I had abandonment issues till right now.

-All right. -Okay.

-Nate, can I speak with you, please? -Yeah.

Of course. You just get home safely.

That's why you're gonna do it.

Right, want a lift back to the hotel?

Okay, so I just met the fucking Marlboro Man in the--

Don't let them in, don't let them see Be the good girl you always have to be

Oh, yeah, yeah. Yeah, you got this, bruv, all right?

It's your anger. That's your superpower.

Did you hear that?

Would you ladies like another bottle? A little dessert perhaps?

But it's still in there.

I mean, you used to run like you were angry at the grass.