Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He's got no willy, for starters.
with all these pretty lassies around in bikinis!
They won't say nowt about your personality.
Shut up. I'm thinking.
OK, ladies and gents... and you buggers up the back there!
Hey! Example for you there!
Hello, Guy.
It were terrible, Dave. I were there
Just Jean, innit?
I can't, kid.
No, it's liberating, love. Liberating.
There's the bump.
I'm sorry.
I said, "There's nowt as queer as folk"!
Be quiet! Me mum'll hear.
Yes, Yorkshire folk know how to have a good time!
Can't we leave us G-strings on, Gaz?
What we're asking, Gerald, is...
But six months! Six bloody months!
That's different. We're... blokes.
Since you came along
Ten years we worked in here. Now look.
Here... lads.
We're not doing this for a laugh, you know.
if you were ont' lookout for a new fella, right?
Oh, mother!
So your daddy dances in from of you?
Nigguh
Yeah. Like one of them bungeejumps, only without the bungee bit.
He can't hear you through your... triple bloody glazing.
I think she's got nice tits.
we may not be pretty, we may not be right good,
- Get a job! I'll gi' you a job! - £2.50 an hour in Black Hole of Calcutta!
to the stainless cutlery for your dining table.
Well, us mates are better.
Degrading, that's what it were.
...all sorts of problems for drivers on the Pennines.
what chance have we got in front of lasses?
David... I don't care if they're black, white, or bloody rainbow-colored.
- My willy! - A laughing stock. Totally!
- Good evening, shoppers... - Dave!
They're trying to stop us, you see.
Aye, and it says job club up there. When did you last see one of them walk in?
Besides, it's a funeral.
Christ al-bloody-mighty!
- How? - Genetic mutations.
Alan, announce it, please.
- See you there, then. - Ta-ra.
Any bugger looks like scoring,
Frisk.
"Slaidburn."
Even a fat bastard like me?
Gaz said he wanted something a bit flashy.
Oh, hello.
- Not thinking of joining our class? - Funny you should mention it...
I hope she dances better than she welds!
Obsolete. Dinosaurs.
Dave...
Dave.
- Hang on, I can't... - Carry on!
Just for a change, Ella. Ella?
- Off to the office, Torvill? - Yes, I bloody am!
"Won't take a minute," he says.
By 'eck!
Nothing.
Nathe!
If you won't dance, you can do something useful.
Jeanie,
It were me first interview in months!
Well, you bloody well can't.
Come on, mate.
- Are you ready? - Ready when you are.
Don't ever call me a fat bastard, all right?
Anti-wrinkle cream there may be, but anti-fat-bastard cream, there is none.
'Course you do... Don't you?
Goodnight, Gary.
Think of that? In front of 400 women!
So this is your great money-making enterprise? Pornography?
Haven't brought me trunks, have I?