Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ Memories mar my mind♪

[phone line ringing]

And thank you for putting up

[Man] It's a bomb! It's a bomb!

[chuckles] Gets the blood flowing.

-[Alfred] Daveboy? -[Daveboy] Yeah?

♪ So tell me, whatcha gonna do about it?♪

What's wrong with you?

Gertcha. Pukka whistle, this. Look at that lining.

The security branch informs us that Mrs. Gaunt held

Pitiful, isn't it?

Good evening, sir.

[door closes in distance]

You know what? Fuck you.

and then she's back in the Tower for hanging again.

You are pumping me for information.

You're not in the mood? That time of the month,

Ah, God, I love that woman. [chuckles]

Just, um, routine sentry duty.

Do you see what you've done?

that you can always come to me for advice...

Subject is a recruitment target of long standing.

Really? After all these years, now?

This is the future of chemical warfare.

Why are you here?

Only one thing to do. You're for the chop, George.

-[Banjo] Yes, sir. -[Ring announcer] And now,

-I've had enough of it. -Alfie.

Have you been taking your medication properly?

Perhaps a little, a little dance would please you, hmm?

what would those terms be?

I rest my case.

Oh, yes, your secret weapon.

Ah. How can I refuse such virtue?

Okay. Well, I really have to go.

Of course you don't know how to make coffee.

They want to sell all the beer and the pies.

[indistinct chatter]

Well, ever since then, she tries to be good.

But that's people.

♪ Love is a losing game♪

Wh-- Unfair because it's not true

You're that beefeater from the Tower.

[machine whirring]

I said, "Here we go."

As you may have heard, the last one killed himself.

Fucking get back!

Fuck me, it's hot.