Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Janie, if I go home, he’s bound to be there.
Not dolls. How about hide-and-seek?
George look do do do do do skylim skulymp i'm sick it's really sick bkfkfk do do do do do do Boing good riddance marriage you rolled into the church seating row
I should never have let my mother know how much she could hurt me.
Surround yourself with light.
- Yes, I am. - If you’re so happy, why am I still here?
Secrets Of Great Queens Old Tower
She’s going through a difficult time and she is a friend.
- Yes. - Yes what?
Hey, that’s my car!
drag him home and hit him with the hammer till he agrees to come back.
I don’t have a child.
- You said Oh, Annabelle. - That’s impossible.
(Fred) There they are. Which one of you two did it? Was it you?
All right. Fine. Say the magic words and I’ll piss off.
You Up?
Go to Hell Herman! Argh!
Right.
There he is.
Vodka and pants pie. God knows what else.
"Cuddling Is For Teddy Bears"
If you ever touch this again, I’ll throw it in the trash.
Janie.
George what have you used to wax your legs Veet or Nair or Veetos Boing good riddance faye you get a bikini wax too
There.
Ah!
- Fred, let’s just behave ourselves. - Sure. Not a problem.
- I know, but this will take one minute. - There’s no way anyone can see her.
We haven’t got time. We have to get you back with Charles and I can do it.
Picking fights and slamming doors how does it feel? I wonder why on your last straw It's like we keep coming back for more is it just our bodies? are we bothlosing our minds? is it the only reason you're holding me tonight cause we're scared to be lonely?
Look snotface. ink! Let's write something on the carpet! Let's write, Jono sucks!
A-A-A-chooo!
- and the... - The Fred.
Shh. Shh!
I’m staying here tonight. I’m staying here tonight.
(Fred) Wake up!
Grown up?
We’re grown ups now
It was just a joke.
Darling...
Who does this guy think he is, playing around with a married woman?
Snot Face u r!!
- No, you’re not, you’re staying. - No, Mother, this time I’m definitely going.
roxy wake up!
Hey, snot face, look. Ink.
I'm your fella, Annabella
Charles, this is really...
Right, that’s it. I hate you.
I’m going to be at work till lunch, then I’ll be back.
All in one lunch hour?
Who do you think you are George marrying Faye bang Oh no what did you do faye come on i'll take you to the hell hospital we've just chopped Marley up come on
Quick.
Oh?
He can be really sweet sometimes.
- And then we’ll cut her head off. - With scissors.
OK?
- That’s lovely. - This is fun.
I had to come back and I can’t get home again until you’re happy. Why don’t you get happy?
Just forget her. Just say the magic words.
- They’ve cut the phone line. - Oh, my God!
well fred i told you the stopper only a couple of boing boing things but janie's houseboat! you wrecked it! and i asked you nicely. (whacks violinist repedetly) no i don't wanna know this time you evil, slap! yoy--ow! you have slaps and i have good lawyers.
You may have Drop Dead Fred. I have Dr Ryland.
- Fred. - You’re going to be sorry.
That’s the piece, Matthew. You’ve finished it.
The best thing is for me to go and live with Annabelle.
Lizzie, is our romantic salad ready?
- It’s not going to work. - How many times have you tried it?
We did it. I told you it would work. Brilliant.
- With what? - Oh, yeah. Well, I’ll eat her head, then.
Look at my horrid, stupid haircut, everybody.
(Judge) Counsel, advise your client to keep his remarks to himself.
No one believed me.
Haven’t got a husband! Haven’t got a husband!
Bronsexuals explanations... What A Pile Of Shit
- I can’t touch anything? - No. OK?
- Get up. - Spoilsport.
- Ow! - Goodbye forever. I hope you die horribly.
When the haters Start that celebrating
Oh, my God.
I must be dreaming.
Queen's Quest Symphony Of Death
- We didn’t even get to play spin the bottle. - I got upset.
Yes, you may in just a minute. We don’t eat food off the floor.
I mean, can he make you puke?
Butthurt haters shouting nonsense... What A Pile Of Shit
Uh!
A note, Elizabeth, to you.
- You must have thought I was crazy. - Not at all.
I’m so sorry, Your Honour. I lost my money, my car, my husband.
I’m sorry. Excuse me.
So what are you going to do about him?
- What? - What?
Elizabeth. Lizzie.
- Pigeon pie for you. - Fred, stop!
I’ll be back in a moment with your pill.
Oh.
The damage to the room was incredible.
i don't know how to cry i don't know how to work my problems it's like being trapped in a four-bolted locked wall of torment i don't know how to get over it it's ok it's alright we'll work our problems out it'all be ok in the end