Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I want to know the truth too.
You don't want to be found, do you?
You're going to have a great time.
Martin, you don't understand. You have never been in love.
Yes, oh, yes. Lizzie.
- If you say so. - (others) Whooo.
- You're dead. - You're going to die.
(birdsong)
(softly) I have got such a terrible headache.
What do you think, girls? Pretty damn good.
(Mike sobs)
But he will have left something somewhere.
It will take us six months to sift through all the hair and fibre we lifted.
(metallic rumble)
Ooh, careful. It's expensive. (giggles)
Please. It's not important any more, OK? It's not your fault.
I always had it.
- Close the door. - (Geoff) Bye-bye, Martin. Bye-bye.
She will haunt you.
- Help. Help. - It's OK.
That covers...
(panting)
- (metallic thump) - But it worked.
Geoff, pass it up. Give it here.
...you find yourself feeling impatient.
We have kept going this long, we can hold out. Please.
- Yeeeehaaa. - Whoooo.
(exhales)
What happened?
For years I was a nobody.
Pasta and salt? No. Thanks, though.
(boys) ...up his arse with a rampant penis
A bloody schoolboy, I said. Little Lord bloody Fauntleroy.
I will be doing something like tying my laces and I will turn around... and I will see Frankie.
- Oh, shit. - Shh. (chuckles)
If you feel their breath on your skin...
Thanks.
Your parents don't know and the school doesn't know.
(Liz chuckles)
Then there's the headaches, dizziness...
- We have still got a lot of work to do. - Oh?
- Whoa. Ten out of ten. Ten out of ten. - What? What did she do?
- The power's on the left. - Yeah.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, Frankie.
It's right beneath your feet.
- Is that what I think it is? - Yeah.
Yum.
(sobs)
Look, OK? It's not your fault, OK? It's not your fault.
No... I know.
(Inhales) Feel your lungs fill up with air. Good. Drop your shoulders.
...that I could just feel myself stepping into the air.
You didn't care about fucking Frankie.
You are having a wet weekend in Wales...
They had plenty of booze, they'd wired up some party lights.
- (screams) - No.
- Oh, yeah? - I am sorry. I didn't see it coming.
Good point. My parents will go berserk.
He's not dead.
- On a hook. - No, this really happened.
But if you're too pussy, then I will ask someone else.
(mutters)
- (crackling) - (gasps)
The dramatic bleeding came from a tear in her oesophagus.
But Liz is the really nasty one.
Oh, come on, do it again. Forget it, it's supposed to be a party.
(gasps, gives strangled shriek)
(buzzing)
- (shouting) - (horn toots)
Philippa. What the fuck are you doing? Help. Help.
Frankie and Liz. Real ten out of ten.
My hair. It's all gone wrong.
- You OK? - (gasps)
As far as they know, we have a three-day head start...
Aye, aye, here come the troops. (chuckles)
- You fucker. - No, Mikey. I was going to share.
Don't put me on Prozac or lithium. I am not crazy.
(Frankie murmurs and giggles)
- Frankie. - We were, what, 13?
It's a homoerotic thing.