Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Tom, if you say one word to her, I will fucking kill you.

Couldn't have come at a better time. I am ready if you are.

(chuckles) You're so weird, dude.

- (Geoff) Come on, get it off. Come on. - (Frankie giggles)

(all scream) Help. Help.

Have you ever loved someone so much...

I killed him for a fucking Coke.

Take a nice deep breath.

(ragged breathing)

But when I try to remember, I can't. There's nothing.

- (gasps) - I think he's falling in love with me.

Don't say that. I mean, he could just be ill.

If you want to exist, you have to be pretty. You have to be thin.

Thanks for taking me home. I can't wait to get into my own bed.

- (softly) Thank God. Thank God. - What's wrong?

- The four of us? - Yeah.

I have a driver waiting. This is so...

- Yeah. Shine it down here. - What is that smell? It's disgusting.

You can fuck things up all by yourself. So there you have it.

- (coughs and retches) - He is. Yeah, he is, I can feel it.

We were so happy.

I killed my best friend.

I shot you in the back like six times, dude. You're dead.

(muted chatter)

- What were they doing here? - Trying to have a good time.

His philosophy was: Take everything you can from them.

She's sorry. lsn't it obvious? She didn't do it on purpose. Just fucking leave it.

I told the lads. This fucking great cheer went up.

I don't think he's angry enough to have done it.

But if you start demanding things...

Frankie, what's wrong? Wake up.

It's a shit party, but it's a party nonetheless.

Oh, yes. Martin.

No. They let you go. I knew they would.

Yeah, no. I... I know.

Look. Mike, it'd be really quick, right?

- I never said I wasn't interested. - In or out?

I got up at 7 a.m. as usual.

Do you have a pen?

Your skin shrivels.

You will be here completely by yourselves. Enjoy it, all right?

All right. I am in.

- You said I'd be safe. - You are safe.

...like, the whole world.

No, I have to tell you something.

Fuck. It won't open.

How could you do this to me, Lizzie? You fucking betrayed me.

I was down at breakfast by 7:20 a.m. as usual.

What, seven? Eight out of ten?

- The ladder stops, mate. - What?

And what is this? You know the old war bunker over there?

- Well, what will we fucking do? - (pipe clatters)

But I suppose it doesn't matter any more.

- You have jinxed us. I knew you would. - This is a wind-up.

No, not at all. Do you want to go first?

My Lepidolite When I am Anxious

Just let me go. I will get the answers.

- What did you do on the last day of term? - Is she deaf?

Thanks for meeting me. No problem. Shall we go straight there?

- Sweeties. - (girls shriek)

- What did she do? - Nothing.

He likes you, doesn't he?