Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Look at this place.

You can't do this.

Easy does it, Margaret.

Listen, you hooligan. I'm going to get you.

- Whatever. - I was putting a move on him.

I'm a ragamuffin from the streets.

- Get up. Let's get ready. - All right.

# How d'you gets to kill a roo? it's all you have to do

(# Growling didgeridoo)

I'm the fighter, you little tit-box. All right. Easy.

What are you wearing? I told you not to pull focus.

Erm...let's not concentrate on your opponent.

- D'you want some? - Come on.

The show is finished now. Go on.

I'm Monsoon Moon and there's a painstorm a-brewing.

I don't think you understand women. What d'you think women like?

He looks like a retard.

- (Spectators shouting) - (Crunching)

Note to self:remember not to murder women

(Laughs nervously)

The smell of brutish men, squirting out hot jets of man-foam.

- (Bell) - Go on!

I'll put a move on you. I've felt your moves.

- Now, this fella's... - (Echoing growl)

Haven't you seen the show? ''Captain Cabinets, trapped in cabinets.''

(Tuneful bleeps)

- l've got edge. - You're as edgy as a satsuma.

(Animals cry, wind howls)