Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

AYE, AYE, CAPTAIN.

HERE AT ST. POOVES, WE BELIEVE IN A.R.T.--

WHOSE NOSE WE ARE NOT WORTHY TO PICK

( normal ): OH, THAT'S RIGHT.

YEAH, RATHER. AND SUKI.

FOR DEALING WITH PEOPLE WHO ARE RICH.

LOOK AT HIM! HE'S BROKE BOTH HIS ARMS

FOR THE MAN WITH THE FAMILY HERNIA.

NICE TO HAVE YOU...

IF IT'S NOT THE BLOODY TREATY OF UTRECHT

( with normal voice ): WELL, I DID IT TO GET ON MAN ALIVE.

OTHERWISE, I'LL PUT YOUR EYES OUT.

YOU'RE NOT FIT TO BE DOWN A MINE.

ALTHOUGH WE HERE IN THE STUDIO WILL BE CARRYING ON

HERE COMES MISS RODGERS.

COME ON, COME ON, COME ON!

THAT YOU'RE SERIOUS ABOUT WANTING INSURANCE.

YOU WON'T SPEND A COUPLE OF MONTHS

REMEMBER, IT'S THE BIG MATCH

IT'S NOT... JUST THE LEG, SIR.

OF THE BBC WARDROBE DEPARTMENT

( high ): MR. MENTAL, I BELIEVE A COUPLE OF YEARS AGO

I MEAN, IF YOU'RE NOT

TO MAKE YOURSELF UNDERSTOOD?

( "God Save The Queen"playing )

( all moaning )

GOOD THINKING, HODGES.

NO, YOU WON'T BE LOAFING ABOUT IN BED

THAT THATMAN WAS NOT A BONA-FIDEANIMAL LOVER

( fourth deep voice ): CAN I COME, TOO, AGNES?

( mocking ): "FRACTURED TIBIA, SERGEANT."

THERE'S ONE LAST CHANCE.

DUMP HER IN THE THAMES.