Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do, is there?

You'd rather get married for the whole of your life

God, I am dying for a piss.

Hello, Penny. Where's Sophie?

Is he gonna be OK?

Are you doing my speech from the internet?

I'm running underground with the moles

that our entire relationship can be reduced to an online speech template.

Exactly. Stick it on the bill.

why these persons may not lawfully marry to declare it now.

Jez, I need to have a look over your speech.

That was a wetty

- What? - Of us, of our wedding, when we got married.

I wasn't hiding, Sophie. It was a stag thing and it really, really worked.

I need to see her immediately.

Then I now pronounce you, man and wife.

and not in a good way.

A jilt is at the altar, I'm not jilting.

Shit! There's Mum and Dad. Maybe I should?

You two had an affair.

Brilliant, except of course, I am about to cancel the wedding.

Nerves are perfectly natural, but everyone's arriving.

It's fine. I'll just chuck it in with all my other mouldering resentments.

I mean, what am I gonna do? What's gonna happen here?

Right, well, I'm gonna freshen up before I hit the road.

This is the perfect excuse!

The hump! Our wedding - the hump! The hump! Our wedding - the hump!

Well, sorry, yeah, we did a bit.

Yeah, well, you need to decide cos I'm going for a piss.

- I just need to see her. - You can't see the bride!

'Oh, this is gonna be horrible.