Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, it's impossible.

Game day suit. I love it.

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

than they ever thought they were capable of being.

So what do you say?

Um, we have an inquiry from AFC Wrexham.

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

[players chattering]

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

Maybe you're writing letters to a hung poet.

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

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

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

Not now, not ever.

-That's my wife. -Hmm.

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

I'm sorry, Roy,

Where I learned football.

Now these next few months might be tricky,

[growling continues]

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

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

We need to stop playing like shit!

You're an asshole.

-This is like my church. -Oh?

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

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

Space-time continuum?

[chanting continues, faint]

But I have a secret:

but believe me, it will all work out.

-The dark arts? -No, no.

But nowadays they play on whatever day they feel like,

[blows raspberry]

See that block of flats?

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

Exactly as it's supposed to.

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

[players murmuring]