Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Naughty slutty mummy

- Couldn't she come? - Oh, no, there...

Well, why not?! Jeremy, is this... Mummy?!

'Maybe instead of marrying Sophie I should just marry Lucy.

'You're a social freak.

I'm Aurora and this is my sister, Lucy.

I personally presided over an increase of close to 17%.

- Cos it might've been micro-chipped. - Exactly. No.

What can I tell you, I'm no Ainsley Harriott.

Wherever I lay my hat, pending legal searches, that's my home.

It's what people do. Just get on with it.

'and he never empties the bin.

Oh, great! So we've got no fire, no spade. We'll just have to dig with our hands.

'she'd be the woman of my dreams.'

Ah, this is a new one - water stalking.

Malcolm's headhunting for co-manager of his Indian call centre.

Couple of pints, couple of hotties.

There's a... There's a dead beast in our bin, Jeremy!

Not really. I'm...

Mummy? Wow, doesn't your mum mind the dog being called?

and gave his wife that aggressive yeast infection?

So you're in the credit racket?

'I guess the only good thing is that my life is so boring

Hey, is that a kingfisher?

Mark, it's all right, we've got 45 minutes yet.

'with the probably cancer-emitting fuel cells.'

You can't say you're going to bed at nine in the evening.

- All right, keep your voice down. - A dead dog in our bin!

Then she made me make posters.