Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Job's a good 'un. - And who are you?

Well, I didn't want him thinking we were going behind his back or anything.

No one loves you like me. No one.

And I could wish my days to be

Is this really what you want?

- The riot? - That's right, the fuckin' riot.

Am I fuck, man?

Iknow howyoucan bebetter... Iike that.

He's so protective, you know. He hates me wearing short skirts.

We didn't start the fuckin' riot.

Somebody should've. It's bloody embarrassing.

What are you doing here?

are currently out of baIance.

Is there any more?

Mrs Brady, please can I use your toilet, please?

- Most of them. What? - Get on.

You're a twat, you are. You're a bastard.

Ian, love, I'm going to bed now.

- I don't deserve this. - So is it now I am a man

Well, that's that, then.

- What's your name, mate? - Terry.

Spare noddys in the drawer.

Don't come back until the morning. I'll be gone by then.

except for the guitarist who comes from Salford. A very important distinction.

And it folds up to hold the record.

The band are gonna pay us back.

They're a good laugh.

Do you love her?

We can invite her back to where we're staying.

- That's fine. - Well, good luck with it.

- What? - Go on, leave me alone!

Until I see you again, I miss you with all my heart.

It's a hobby thing, not a full-time job.

Here we are. That's right.

Oh, you got it.

I've been thinking of you constantly, trying to rationalise our situation,

- Was it a bad one? - You've had worse.

Stink, stink, stink.

I still wash his underpants.

Don't wanna be in your gang.

- And I suppose they're Nazis as well. - We're not Nazis.