Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah.
All is revealed. I'll sew 'em back up.
Right, then. I'll wait 'ere and keep guard.
You got the rest of your fucking life to wear a suit!
or do it and just maybe get rich.
You don't give a toss! You're kids!
All the blokes from t'pub are in there.
So... you don't sing?
Gary, my friend,
- No! - Well, then?
Like skateboards.
I like you.
Dave?
- They are, aren't they, Gerald? - Oh, pack it in!
- Did you check the whole top end? - Yeah!
- Fancy a kick-about int' park? - Yeah.
Yeah.
It's better than that in the film, you know.
Well, if it's all there, how come it's not working?
in the city's numerous nightclubs and discotheques.
Oh, Dave, what's going on?
Perfect.
Yesterday's news.
When you're 18, you can walk in and get it yourself.
- Monday. - When are we on?
It's Beryl.
No bloody wonder.
Right, come on, you lot!
- All right, kid? - Yeah, fine. Hi, Mum.
No? Well, maybe there's a part missing.
When I were about 12,
or browsing in the shops.
Oh, you're joking! She must be getting desperate.
Yeah!
We're going swimming, Dad. Do you wanna come?
It's not too bad.
He'd tell every bugger! We'd be laughed out of Sheffield.
and he's a pigeon-chested little tosser."
I can't swim.
Gaz...!
You said you wanted a dance teacher.
How's it going, then?
I did his bathroom.
Which is good cos you're a bastard.
I'll get you it all. I just need a tiny bit.
You've got an innocent face. I've got serial killer written on mine.
Wear it So here
'Course we'll turn up! I haven't got 100 quid!
You know' boys...
I reckon summat's going on with her and that bloke.
Hell-fire! That would be worth a look!
No, I can't speak up.
Poor lad. Sorry.
- Go on. - Oh, yeah.
Now, are you in... or are you out?
- You're all right, love. It's sorted. - It's my money!
All right, all right.
- Keep your hair on. - No way. No and never. In that order, kid.
Victorian slums have been cleared to make way for the homes of the future.
Good.
Bit of this, bit of that, bit of the other.
You call them Chippendales men?
You're joking! You're bloody famous!
Nathan!
But I'm taking nowt off. Final.
Do they?
Well, look at me.
It's Flashdance, Dave. She's a welder.
Just not the right sort of dancing.
What are you doing? They're borrowed!
Haven't you grown out of all that yet?
What's that pasty-faced chuff er want?
I dunno, Gaz. Jean reckons...
I hope they're sale or return.
But you don't want to listen to what I say.
Driving.
Now what?
Didn't know they would be.