Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What? - Jesus Christ,

♪ And it's not so bad ♪ ♪ It's not so bad ♪

Let's spoil the moment properly, shall we?

Well, that does it. I'm taking away your class one drugs for a week.

Gerry, ease up, will you? For Christ's sake. I'm only asking.

You want to spend the rest of your life working for other people?

all over the pristine doorstep of Herr and Frau Goebbels next door,

Oh. Hold on. Yeah?

You know, the one with the wedding ring. What is it with you bloody men?

♪ I can turn them to stone ♪

Are you having an affair?

so we close down and pretend to read a book or something.

Hey, you know everything happens for the best.

Our chief weapon is surprise. Surprise and fear. Fear and surprise.

'Telephone number 0171-444-3184.'

I'm getting over a major break-up.

and I'm sorry. I'm truly, truly sorry.

He wants to go out tonight.

I didn't tell you before, because...

or get her to ring me or something. That's all I ask.

Don't phone me for a while.

And I have to say that I ended our brief meeting at a bit of a loss.

itemised bills, take away the first number you thought of.

to cover up the fact that you're really taking Lydia.

despite the occasional pre-orgasmic suggestion that you are...

Anna doesn't drink brandy, Gerry. It makes her vomit.

Coming in here screeching the place down while I'm on the phone.

I have been through enough for one year!

- She completely deflated me. - I know.

And I'm not not feeling that it would be nice,

Lydia, don't talk like this. Now, it sounds ugly.

It's only a job. You'll get another one.

But you've still got the London flat.

Yes. Of course.

Have we met before? No, no. Honestly.

♪ I drank too much last night ♪

Well, you never said you wanted that, have you?

- Hello? - Ah, General Flanagan, at last.

Uh, right. OK. So...

- Oh, I'm sorry. - No, I'm...

♪ I am the wind, I am the sea, ♪ ♪ I am the sun ♪

But instead of being... of being grateful,

Thank God for that. I was worried.

Gerry, you've told me for weeks you couldn't hack it juggling Helen and Lydia,

- You did Pierre Claude? - Mmm.

I'm on the rebound myself in a way.

it's quite clear that that is never going to happen.

Could you hear me, Helen?

♪♪ Coming up for air ♪

in broad daylight with a complete stranger?

'Are you some peculiar, thus far undefined breed of dickhead?'

Didn't know it was on. Ready, steady, go!

I don't want to hear about Helen.

♪ Of my life ♪

Thank God. I was so worried. Where have you been?

You know. "If only this...", and "What if that..."

It doesn't matter. It's not important.

♪ That's right ♪♪

You know, it goes back and then, you know, sort of comes like a slant.

♪ Here comes that rainy day again ♪

Look, we're going to Dorset, OK?

I was having a party, and I was running late, so I borrowed some.

So I did a test and it turns out that I'm pregnant.

Don't you know, Gerry? Don't you know what I am trying to do?

I am working all hours to support you

They are single-handedly condemning the average red-blooded Englishman

and it turns out that for some reason it's your job.

Well, I'm... I'm very pleased. How does she feel about it? Lydia?

Two in a packet... that's six.

- To the where? - The laundry basket.

Follow, follow, follow.

Too much champagne.

You're too good not to fight for.

just putting that down to a momentary lapse of, um, concentration?

Come on. Let's celebrate with a proper drink.

You don't know where or who with. Especially who with.

Are you sure? You've been a bit...

- What are you doing? - I can't stand Elton John.

No warning. Just up... gone. Left me for somebody else.

Come on, James!

♪ Just to be with you ♪