Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm going to keep trying her.

OK. And why? Why would that be?

Katya? You're late!

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

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

Czechoslovakia! No! Not Czechoslovakia!

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

You must be Jen's mum. Who?

Oh, my God, she's brilliant.

Do you want some gin?

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

What are you doing, you sicko?

I can feel that. I can feel your pain.

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

That's not Jen, that's Katya!

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

And I can't stand a Continental breakfast.

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

I do that all the time.

I have to. Jen!

Maybe she's thinking about me.

Dan, please! Wake up.

Or Jen's going to sleep on the sofa.

This isn't fun.

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

Thank you, Dan.

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

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

Don't you think, Becca?

Tickets, please, madam.

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

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

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