Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The less I eat, the fatter I get.

- All right, lads? - All right, Gaz?

No, no. Just a couple of old tarts. I'm going back in for Nathe.

Come on, Dave. Don't stop now.

It's not their bodies, Bee. It's what they do with 'em.

All right, kid.

- You know I haven't, Dave. - But...

Dancers have coordination, skill,

What did you tell him for, anyroad? The kid's a nutter.

Look, I'll help' all right? I'm running, aren't I?

Car. Television.

Ah! I thought I clocked you!

We stuck it with superglue.

Is that all right?

Dad! Dad, don't.

They are now, mate.

How can I tell her after six months?

- Driving where? - Just driving.

- I've heard of that. - Clingfilm?

All right, then.

So, it's Mr. Horse.

- I wish you'd be firmer, Gerald. - Oh, well. Mustn't be late.

We're going now.

Thanks to steel,

And it's good times for the city's housing, too!

£4.99, special offer. We're still a fucking fiver short.

God, is there anyone I don't get bollocked by?

I don't know what you're worrying about, with you-know-who on your tail.

I should have guessed when you started wearing totty lotion.

If we can't get us kit off in front of ourselves,

Well, no wonder.

True love Truly

That would be worth ten quid!

You're always bloody behind, more like.

Just listen, will you? It's nowt to do with any fucking women!

Come on, come on! One, two!

'Ey, cop a load of that.

- Give us a pear drop, you. - They're not paid for.

I believe in miracles

Because you're fat and he's thin, and you're both fucking ugly.

Put that back. Put it back!

We're live, and for one night only

three. Now the shoes,

I never had you down for this sort of caper, David.

If you tell me what you're up to, it might help.

'Ey, Gerry, mate...

Have to make an appointment.

I tell you, there's summat up wi' that kid.

I'm not a chicken drumstick, Gerald.