Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Let's round off the Premier League

All right. Well, there's a simple solution to that.

Well, I think we can expect to see a commanding performance from the lad.

Gentlemen, believing in rom-communism

I've accepted "aubergine" and "snogging", but "piles" I will not abide.

How do you know my name?

-You're Roy Kent. -No, I'm not.

[players shouting, chattering]

Oh, Dani! Enjoy your free coffee.

Just stop with the foreplay.

Do you think you can make this one post not about Welsh independence?

but I had a pint in my hand and ended up pouring beer all over my head.

but that's just 'cause we're going through our dark forest.

-Drew Barrymore? -Mm-hmm.

-I've gotta get in there. -Do you have a ticket?

Thanks, Colin. Oh, wait!

For the collection plate.

[crowd cheering]

This is where I lived.

[inhales deeply]

You know, what was your brand?

Leslie, do you mind me asking,

The same medication that made you piss your pants?

He'll probably have chips for dinner and a wank before bed.

usually in some creative field,

Is he your dad?

Lovely. Wonderful. It's wonderful.

Yes, he is. And I need him to check out of there by Saturday.

being famous seems to have some perks though, right?

then so can we.

-He's been wanting this saganaki all week. -Ah.

Nah, he's a wigwam in a tepee right now.

My father wanted us in the best seats in the house.

Ain't no side-eye like a Roy Kent side-eye.

I was really good at it.

But it's just not what I was meant to do.

You teach a man how to get a table

-Oh, no, no, no, no. -[sighs]

Sorry, mate, this is as far as I can get ya.

All right, you've gotta give it up for Zellweger.

No, but thank you.

Nice work tonight, Coach.

go out there and have some fuckin fun