Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No! I damn well do not want to hear what he had to say!

[indistinct chatter]

before the gunfire.

[Thomas] File 457NFH. Contact log 35.

And I'll bring them along next time.

-Are you trying to seduce me? -I guess I am.

[laughter in distance]

♪ Till the chips were down♪

No worries, Alfie.

Geographically.

-Shut the fuck up, Banjo. -Steady on, lads.

God help you if Stormcloud is ever deployed.

for Harwood and the Union or for yourself?

[Ring announcer] Seconds away from round two.

I've wanted to speak to the League for some time,

of the situation, Prime Minister.

[Melanie] I'm going home.

but this new chap Aziz might listen to reason.

-How are you faring? -Well enough, ma'am. And you?

every one of these exit routes will be jammed with people.

But w-we... we have to try and move forward, you know?

[Troy] All right. Desk, please.

You once told me you could get me on a plane to America.

[high-pitched ringing]

[Daveboy] For fuck's sake!

Where did you get the money?

Full-scale artillery bombardment will do the trick.

You've got to stop doing that.

-[crowd booing] -[Murphy] You wankers.

Hmm. How do you take your tea?

[doorbell rings]

then we'll-we'll need to be spending

I heard about that.

You have to be polite to our guests.

Get out of my way!

[Murphy] Wait, wait.

[chuckles] Mad as a hatter,

or unfair because it's true?

-Nothing really bad. -[laughs]

about this Stormcloud disgrace.

And here's more bad news for you.

Customs are on the take. Immigration--

♪ Love is a losing hand♪