Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Saw the Tate, Big Ben, ate weird English food. It rained a lot so I quit for Amsterdam.
The Dutch know English, which was a relief.
♫ Blue is the colour of the sky
You are killing Harry! Pull it together! March!
- So are we gonna do it here on the couch? - Do what?
I tell you, Victor,
Dear zoe
- Oh, yeah! - I put my hand over her mouth.
- Relax. - Oh, right, relax [!]
♫ Freedom is a word I rarely use
Fuck your meeting! Get the car, Raymond! Grab his feet!
How are you, Miss Hynde?
Fuck you, motherfucker!
..it...uh...
♫ Before you make a fool out of love
kl;kl
- Hey, boy, don't better fuck with us! - This is absolute shit!
Oakie invites me to Dublin so l catch a flight. He lets me spin discs with him.
And I need to get laid.
..to...to suit your needs, you know.
I love you, Sean Bateman.
What does that mean, know me? Know me. Nobody knows anyone else ever!
Rupert...extra chicken in the coop.
Tomorrow? The Jareds are coming? Oh.
♫ I gotta have faith, faith, faith
♫ Oooh
♫ 'Cause I gotta have faith I gotta have faith
It was Lorna Slavin's room, who was at her boyfriend's house
.
♫ Well, I can't forget this evening
and I were talking on this ratty old couch.
Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop! Come on, come on, come on, come on!
♫ I've been waiting for a long time
- So where did you spend last summer? - Berlin.
♫ Stop! Stand there where you are before you go far
I meet two underage Italian girls who I try to talk into fucking each other while I jack off.
- Are you sure? - Oh, positive.
I have my terms and, if you don't live up to them, you get no pussy. Deal with it.
What do you wanna talk about?
My hotel room costs more for one night than she's spending her entire trip.
- Ohhh! - Richard, oh, Richard.
- Your name's Sean Bateman, right? - Right. Your name is Lauren.
♫ My foolish notion
Fuck you!
Fuck you, Bateman!
- Wasn't that fun? - Fuck you! You're a fucking asshole!
♫ That's got everything to do with you-hoo-hoo
♫ I know I'll give the world and more
It causes you to hear what you see and see what you hear.
[SERGE GAINSBOURG] ♫ L'ami Caouette me fait la tête
Stop...you know...
And it was in that last year, or actually weekend,
I need to fuck someone. Then I need to get more pot.
What... How she do that?
- Give Rupert his money! - I'll wait in the fucking car!
- What's goin' on? - Gonna have to sell that bike of yours!
No!
[MUSIC DISTORTS]
♫ 'Cause I gotta have faith, faith, faith I gotta have faith, faith, faith ♫
♫ I'll tell them anything at all
♫ Or ever separate us or say to us you've got to
♫ Of the time ♫ Of the time