Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

“Simpson's introduction of the so-called 'flipper'
so there are a couple of matters I'd like to address
It was a pretty heavy downpour too, I might add.
which infuriated norm.
Stan: No, there's not.
Men's fours? We can hardly field a team.
Jack: On you, Dave!
Jack, seeing as how you're so interested in our fundraising,
If anyone needs me, I'll be behind the bar.
our virtual customer service centre.
Stan: Everybody can bowl, Jack.
Nance: Go for it, Dave.
He's banned for life.
Stan: Upset the owner.
Come on, big fella.
Jack Simpson has rewritten the rule books.
It's been going a long time.
Ha hal
Oh, yeah. Clear as a bell.
Rules are rules, ida. I'm going to have my say.
And Mark my words, heads will roll.
Are you saying there's a rat in the ranks?
Tell you the truth, it wasn't all bad.
But they did.
Stan was actually unconscious when that bowl came to rest.
That's what I most admire about cliff.
I reckon it's the best I've ever seen.
We're out, thanks to you.
I have to what?
We would've collapsed
A bit off the back and sides when you get a minute, pal.
Uh-uh. All aled out after Stan's home-brew.
Man: The thrust of what I think
Yeah. Crackerjack.
And you know what, son,
Nothing. Why?
It's bandied about a bit too casually for my liking.
Right? Yes.
And that's why you blokes are such excellent bowlers.
I can understand your resistance to all this, len.
But if you can't handle the heat, get out of the kitchen.
So how much are you gonna charge tomorrow
The baking competition's under way.
That's the highest accolade you can be paid by the skip.
Len: The no pokies route.
Stan: Ah, no, no.
Great. Only one more sleep.
Bit of a green thumb?
He's right, Edgar.
Well done, mate. Good on ya, Jack.
Dave?
I've gotta go, really. Jack
They finally raised the price of beer at the club,
I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen,
Wait until you try the heavy stuff, son.
Bernie Fowler wouldn't give us a wave if he owned the ocean.
Anyhow, we got most of their members
to set up free heroin clinics.
Imagine if you had, say, three of them.
Besides, beaut day for a roll.
The Flipper
May I ask what's in your containers?
You have to buy lunch here. Caterers' contract.
Yeah, alright then.
Thank you, thank you.
Drinks, ladies? Three Shirley temples, please.
“we've still got time to finish this game,
“Hope all's well.”
The details are a bit sketchy,
Some nights, when we're in the mood,
Noted, love. Noted.
Genuine 1972 prices
Ok. Cheers.
Hey! Everyone! No, don't do that, Jack.
“and thrash the spaniard too.”
These bowls are shithouse.
Well, we're aware of our financial position.
It's the man himself, Edward inchley.
Norm: Oh, yeah.
Dave: 17 - heads full of brylcreem.
Hey, Nance.
As I said, a true revealer of character.
Just telling you the way it is.
We had a good arrangement for five years.
Thank you. Well done again.
Cliff, you take the mat.
They're my underpants.
normally I'd like to welcome them aboard myself personally,
Legs 11.
What are you doing, Gwen?
Lovely sandwiches, ladies.
You're at all the games, expert on the rules,
Dave: This is a great game.
I've entered us in the men's fours tournament,
Has it?
What is that?
Well, son, that's a matter of some debate.
Maybe not a favourite son, but a son nevertheless.
She's the, um... bowls reporter.
I like your style, Jack.
He's already on the bus.
Think they're giving you the wind-up, Stan. 'Scuse I.
for the cultivation and sale of marijuana.
The mad hatter's off tap, queen mum's got one in the line.
What are you doing? Just polishing my bowls, len.
It's wrong.