Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, fucking hell, Nathe!

It's like Bonfire Night. Too much acetylene.

Well, stick it on, Nathe. Do your worst, pal.

Right touchline, three, four.

I were ont' floor with Gaz. Him up the road.

Give it a go at that.

Why did you run off like that?

You know what. If you want joint custody, you pay your share.

I won't have to look at your ugly mugs again.

- We'll get torn to pieces! - You will if you don't go on!

- Barrington Mitchell. - Barrington?

Bit of this, bit of that, bit of the other.

No, we better hadn't.

I never said owt about her personality. She's probably quite nice.

Where's your pride?

She wouldn't let him come. Said it were women only.

Well, that makes sense.

You know what this means, Dave?

Can I have a word? In private, like.

I don't like Chinese.

- Gary! Don't! - Is he in?

Cigarette me, for fucks sake.

Button it! Some of us are trying to get a job.

Give us a break!

Have you done any work, paid or unpaid, over the last fortnight?

- She's out from. - Is she?

- Don't you start an' all. - How much you got, then?

I mean, he must be 50 if he's a day.

We're not needed no more, are we?

Nah. Sorry, lads.

Gaz! That were our Jean, weren't it?

Of course you don't! You've got a hangover. Take a day off. Stay at home.

All right, sweethearts?

Frisk, Hi! Lo, Frisk. Hughes.

Don't be late for job club, lads.

- Fucking hell! - Come 'ere, come 'ere!

I'm not sure I'm hearing this.

Thousands. Baying for blood.

but we're here.

- Says who? - Read the lawyer's letter, why don't you?

- We can go get 'em. Can't we, Mum? - I can't, love.

- Where's me rice? - Try the cylinder head... tubby.

Any problems, I'm outside.

"The Floral Dance."

- Horse by name, horse by nature, eh? - Oh, shut it, you!

Pigeon chested tosser