Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And it says no smoking in 'ere.
Stand in the middle of froad and get a mate to drive smack into you right fast.
The beating heart of Britain's industrial North!
Ask Smiler in there! No charge!
- You were rather good. Nifty footwork. - Gerald!
Yeah.
- I'm not stripping. - They're taking him away.
You shouldn't be here.
See that? Interview. In the bloody bag. Mate from Harrisons.
- You all waiting for me, then? - Yeah! To go home.
Think any of them could dance?
About only thing round here that is.
I thought you liked them.
Security guard in 'ere? No wonder he wants to kill himself.
Bring 'em in.
- What did you do? - I jumped into t'deep end.
I were a stripper, right?
- Widgers on parade! Bring a microscope! - I don't see why the chuff not!
Come on, Mr. Security Guard. Do your job.
By closing time, every bugger in Sheffield will know it's us whether we do it or not.
There is... this.
Gerald Arthur Cooper.
- You said you'd get it back. - I know!
It's her money, innit?
I got...
Show us your pecs!
I'm married 10 you. Remember?
Hey, what's this?
Me niece!
I can't. it's top-secret.
- All right? - Yeah.
All this is built on Sheffield's primary industry, steel.
Yeah. And?
- OK. - All right, Nathan.
From high-tensile girders
These nature films. Aren't they marvelous?
What have you got to smile about?
Dunno, really.
See you, kid!
I'm going nowhere near the fucking stage! It's suicide! That's what it is! Suicide!
End of chat.
- See? - A bit late for that.
He's dead, that's what he is.
Aye, it's a thought.
Oh, aye. I can just see him doing all that twizzling-about bollocks.
From the front, like.
- Oh, shit. - Oh, nice one.
It's more than a thought.
OK!
- Are we right? - Right for what?
How can I read the instructions? There wasn't any.
They're turning into us.
That's gratitude for you! We're riding into Alley of Death for you, you fat git.
It’s flashdance Dave She’s a welder
You think your own dad's a dickhead.
This lot go all the way.
- Gaz, niner on its way. - Why do you think we're trailing you?
Ah, love.
- You don't dance? - No.
My money? Nathan's money!
- Do you reckon? - 'Course!
so as you and me can keep seeing each other.
- Just once. - Yes!
Oui!
I think I'm gonna be sick.
- You said it were just your mum. - It's family.
We do.
Oi, Nathe! We have a laugh, don't we?
I'd like to take my money out, please.
They've got great bodies and that.
You do?
Where's Dave?
Come on, Al, it's me!