Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You must be Jen's mum. Who?

And I can't stand a Continental breakfast.

That's fantastic. I'm just going to give those a tick, then, shall I?

Right, why don't we figure out a time when you're not here?

This isn't fun.

I have to. Jen!

What is this? I just, you know...

Or Jen's going to sleep on the sofa.

Czechoslovakia! No! Not Czechoslovakia!

That's not Jen, that's Katya!

Don't you think, Becca?

Tickets, please, madam.

I've deleted all the pictures and the video I took of you.

Right, I better do some work before that twat gets on my case.

Do you want some gin?

Dan, please! Wake up.

One second... Hang on, what are you doing? Put it down, put it down.

I can feel that. I can feel your pain.

Just didn't realise they were staying, that's all.

I just get this innate feeling that she's a massive slag.

Oh, God, sorry! Can I call you back in two seconds?

What are you doing, you sicko?

Don't want to be nasty or anything, do you know what I mean?

I'm going to keep trying her.

OK. And why? Why would that be?

You are Jennifer McKenna, right? Yeah, that's right.

All right, all right, I'd be in Gryffindor. Would you? Yep.

Katya? You're late!

Thank you, Dan.

Maybe she's thinking about me.

Do you know what's wrong with her? She annoyed at me or something?

Oh, my God, she's brilliant.

I do that all the time.