Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and guess what a bunch of little pricks are gonna go and do out there,

-Good, right? Cool. -Mm-hmm.

So what do you say?

after asking Keeley where you were and scootin' my boot right over, that is.

-The dark arts? -No, no.

But nowadays they play on whatever day they feel like,

that romantic comedies with folks like Tom Hanks, Meg Ryan or, uh,

Exactly as it's supposed to.

No, it's impossible.

Space-time continuum?

So, this is my mom and dad's favorite restaurant

[growling continues]

We need to stop playing like shit!

Sorry. It's just this mystery man that I've been talking to on Bantr

I don't wanna hear it. We need to get our shit together!

[blows raspberry]

[chanting continues, faint]

You're an asshole.

Um, we have an inquiry from AFC Wrexham.

I'm sorry, Roy,

Game day suit. I love it.

She does not actually exist, so something's up.

Maybe you're writing letters to a hung poet.

You don't need to be loud, Nathan. You just need to be commanding.

No, er-- Um, it's, uh, A Taste of Athens in T-Tooting.

But I have a secret:

-[growling stops] -Fuck, you're amazing.

Oh, I hate free coffee anyway, always tastes so, um…

[players murmuring]

This isn't what I'm meant to do.

-This is like my church. -Oh?

but believe me, it will all work out.

Now these next few months might be tricky,

See that block of flats?

than they ever thought they were capable of being.

Where I learned football.

[players chattering]

Not now, not ever.

-That's my wife. -Hmm.