Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I mean, even when Rupert and I were running the gala together,

I'm alone, Ted. Just like he said I would be if I left.

Shoot, I was hoping I'd catch ya. Uh, got your message.

Hey, Rebecca. You do not wanna judge this book by its cover right here, okay?

I'm sorry, babe.

Hey, uh, thank you, guys, so much for taking my picture.

IS THE HORSE OK?

You're not gonna walk into that one, are you, Ted?

[Keeley chuckles]

Because you can all bid on our very own Richmond players.

No. I hate it, babe.

I'll go, uh, track her down and, uh, run it up the flagpole, huh?

-You're a nasty bastard-- -No, I'm going first.

Looks like we still got ourselves a team divided here.

Night's gonna take a turn for the worse if you say no.

Wait, are y'all playing a game without a board?

Playing a little phone tag, it appears. And you are now it.

-Roy. -He's a piece of shit.

Mutual respect.

being booed lustily by their home fans,

Jamie, it was a joke.

-Romance is not dead. -Guys, sorry, sorry. I just--

I'm done with you being a prick to everyone.

Four thousand pounds!

-All right. A thousand pounds. -Oh.

-[photographer 3] Nice, ladies. -Rebecca, over here!

Oh. Six. Thank you.

Do you like it when people tell you... that you've got a piece of food in your teeth?

Right back at ya, boss.

-Hey, hey, hey! -[players shouting]

Sometimes my nights just magically free up.

-Well, he's an old pal of mine. -Mm.

Six thousand pounds.

There it is. Oh. You got it. Oh. Catch it! Yep! Ho! Look at that!

Playing in this league, making all that money.

I have been cajoled into being your auctioneer for this evening.

[gasps] I wish I was that ice cube.

-I'll fucking kill you! -[all shouting]

Come on, let's try this again, all right? Hey, Jamie. You wanna go?

No. Please, anything.

You looked so jealous. It was so cool.