Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-What? -Old Ruby giving me the eye.
We've had some crazy times here, haven't we? See you.
Good luck.
I'm the writer. I should survive.
But now there's another enemy waiting in the wings.
Why are you wasting your time? Making clothes that no one's ever going to see.
catches sight of himself, ''Whoa! Look at me!''
There's no food on this island, Howard.
Well, don't worry.
Well, at least I'm not whingeing on about all the women's faces
-A mullet is a classic cut. -On a 68-year-old sailor?
Right.
He's in the ebbing of the tides,
I've fashioned a flute here with the help of Milky Joe.
Yeah, well, that's an infringement of people's liberties.
(TYRES SCREECHING)
...to the world of The Mighty Boosh.
Well, you know, I'll get in trouble, okay?
Grease my cockney palm and you can throw balls to your heart's content.
-But the thing is, she's a bit kinky. -What?
Yeah, I'm a multi-instrumentalist.
No, it isn't.
(SOBBING) No. No!
Thinking of knocking up a conservatory this afternoon.
-But I can't promise anything, all right? -That's fine.
Hey.
-What are those? -Bamboo drainpipes.
Oh, yeah, all right.
-Nice. -Yeah.
And it's all.... I haven't got any eyebrows,
What are you doing? Look at your pupils. Are you on pills?