Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You don't get much. - What day is it?
Walter Stevenson. Stevenson, huh?
I might do. Yeah.
Some of 'em. Yeah.
We had the real thing up here the other day.
You forget, Gerald, you're not our foreman now.
You bloody ask him! It's not cos he does the Grand National.
£2.50 an hour. You can start now, if you like. Are you coming?
What do you mean, I can't see him? He's me son! I haven't been charged!
- That's all these'll fetch second-hand. - They're not second-hand.
No, there's not a lot about.
- Feature. - Yeah.
Nathe!
Every time I hear a Liverpool fan stealing Raphinha Put down and piss off
A Yorkshire version. Them buggers can, we bloody can.
- Nice one. - Come on, then.
We'll stuff 'em, Nathe.
I love you, you bugger.
- Got any of them mint chocolate jobs? - You're on a diet.
Times ten quid by a thousand, right? And you've got...
Linda...
We just saved your fucking life, so don't tell us we're not your mates!
You could show her, Dave.
Friday. Dress rehearsal tomorrow.
What's going on? I had to buy 20 barrels! I've had no word from you!
No!
You could shoot yoursen.
- As if you've ever given a toss. - Face it. He don't like staying at yours.
But... you know' it's like he's given up.
Other dads don't do that.
Why did you do it? It was my job!
Miss you ya bugger
You're always making me do stupid stuff like last night.
Where did you learn to be an ace sewer?
It's amazing how tiring it is doing nowt, you know.
Little And Large prancing round Sheffield with their widgers out!
Yeah, it's your HT leads, I reckon.
- You want some money? - Yeah!
Howdy, Boys! Lookin' Cool.
So.
Jean, love!
- So stuff yourself and get thin. - Oh, shut up, saggy tits!
- What do you want? - All right, Mand?
Put that back. Put it back!
Nathan!
Gerald,
Look at that, her mix is all to cock.
Good luck, eh?
I've just been offered that job.
They're holding hands.
Gaz, hang on.
- Scrap. - Shut it, right?
and girls.
Oh, my God!
you're talking to t'wrong man.
No.
- Very nice. - Gaz, please, don't.
- He'll blow my cover. - Shut up!
No. Couldn't do that to Dave.
What about Auntie Jean?
Yeah.
You'll be all right once you're on stage.
All right, kid?
She's out there now, ont' High Street, with a fucking MasterCard, spending!
Wheels go round and everything.
- Yeah, but... me willy. I mean to say... - Your willy?
Just a minute. Mr. Horse. My colleagues on the panel...
I thought I'd give it a go.
Dave and Lomps, up the wing.
Make a bit of a...
and state-of-the-art machinery to make the world's finest steel.
Frankie! Do you want my body?
Ta.