Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(Liz) We waited and waited, and nothing happened.

Shit. I am in so much trouble.

...and throw away the key, however tempting that might be?

- You're still responsible. - I am not ruining my life for this.

- You want it, you got it, baby. - (laughter)

- Which one? - This one.

- And? - And I ain't going in there.

Liz. Look at me.

You're not so great yourself, you know. You're full of shit.

How dare you be this wrong and this fucking pig-headed.

The matron ticked me off the list...

Nothing's left to chance.

Why's it always you? I never get to see the good bits.

(whispers) Franks? Frankie?

Look. We could go together.

That's obvious. I thought you were supposed to be smart.

I have got sausages and beans and noodles.

I have a really strong feeling we will get out. Like... like someone will find us, right?

Come on, you're quite safe here. Deep breaths. Look at me.

I returned to my study and carried my bags to the school minibus at 8 a.m...

- Mike? - I am a Scientologist. I am with Liz.

Nice one. See you later.

I have to tell you something.

- But she was really tired... - Man with a hook.

- Mate, you said you'd do this. - Fuck the trip.

Will you have to close it?

For your information, Martin, he's dating a supermodel called Amber.

- (shrieks) - Frankie, wake up.

I want to know, but I can't remember.

(faint birdsong)

(whispers) l... I love you.

...you don't need help from mere mortals like me.

- (shrieks) Sorry. Sorry. I am sorry. - Bullshit.

Hm. That's awful dark, Geoffrey.

Excellent. You have made a lot of progress.

You all right? Why don't we sit down?

Oh, shit. What have you done to her?

I hate seeing you like this.

(gasping continues)

I can't do this any more.

My friend was driving his girlfriend in his Ferrari...

And why would there be sex? I mean, what have you done for me?

Oh, my God, how cool.

We're fucked, and it's all your fucking fault.

I am afraid that's not my decision.

I know you don't have to be nice to me.

OK, it's my turn.

I just told you: they're not going to understand.

But what difference does it make?

All this was for you.

Now the waiting is finally over.

The four teenagers attend Brabourne School...

(friends shriek) Oh, my God.

No, I don't think so.

- (boys shout and jeer) - (girl) Get up.

- How long before we're found? - I don't know.

Listen, she thinks she spent the last week in fucking Disneyland.

If you want a confession, you will have to act quickly.

...where news is just in that the missing teenagers have been found after 18 days.