Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

'He's brought a dead dog into my pitch, the stupid bastard! '
There's not gonna be any waves or mad shit?
What the hell is it doing in our bin?!
You see. Mmmm, just... undercooked, disgusting turkey.
Or I'll be pretending to play
You'll have to excuse Mummy.
He's nibbling but he hasn't bitten yet. So I'm just gonna get Gerard
'Oh, God, vodka! It'll be an orgy.
You've combined metric and imperial.
I don't like her! I don't fancy her!
Oh, God, no. Mum's dead.
For God's sake! If we're gonna talk,
(Mark) 'I'm not wearing them! They're Hitler's boots!
before I've had time to feel like I've started to enjoy our sex.
'It's not like I ate her mum or dad! '
S'pose.
Well, it's going a bit, just not the legs.
'Just keep lying till the kissing can start.
'Why did I put her in the bag?! I should've thrown her like a discus.'
(Jez) 'He really knows how to murder a vibe.'
Oh, that's a shame.
- Unfilled? - Unfulfilled.
'The chess computer wouldn't make me do things.'
Look, I've gotta get my pitch sorted before I see Malcolm.
where I'm going to listen to whatever you have to say.
You wouldn't let me drink your piss?
- Just the two of us? - Yeah.
Put the legs back on in the middle. Maybe it'll burn better.
'lf I don't think about it, there's always a chance it didn't happen.'
Can I get a metre of vodka... with an inch of tonic?