Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Frank's ride today!
There's another dead bishop on the landing.
I'll go and have a look.
Of the elderly pouf what expires in venice.
Oh, you're always complaining.
Hold it, hold it.
She didn't give me
Of political and industrial shenanigans
Tattooed on the back of his neck.
"expedition superb, weather excellent.
Tattooed on the back of the neck
It's money, money, money makes the world go round
This is ridiculous.
Stupid git
Oh! oh, I'm sorry.
Nice to see you again.
YOUR TYPE MAKES ME PUKI!
Hold it.
Afraid it was.
Yes, I did. didn't.
Hold your hands here.
We'll try.
Well, it was coughing up blood last night.
And the sunburned splendor of the australian dollar.
Uh, quiche lorraine for me, please.
La terra trema, 1948
Your type Makes me puke
Ahh!
Money, money, money, money
Of the most swampy, disease-infested areas of the whole jungle
Fine. I'll see who's free at the moment.
Got you.
It's accountancy that makes the world go round, round, round, round
Well, it looked a bit bath and wellsish to me.
With tumbling hexagonal-milled edges