Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Too long a pause, Clare! Better how.7

Look, I'd be willing to settle for gorillas.

well, you'll be bored out of your tree.

It's 20 minutes down the road on the bus. If the traffic's good!

Thank you so much!

Well, how'd they take it? Not great.

Tiny horse. She's got a tiny horse...

I'm ecstatic. But perhaps he thinks it's time for a different challenge.

in simple terms... Simple terms!

PLAYERS: Hate. Hate. Fear. Fear.

She won't let any of us.

Don't go mad now. I drank a quarter bottle of this on Saturday night,

Where the hell is Clare?

Don't start, Gerry. When is he leaving?

Inflicting pain on each other.

Michelle thinks she should stick her party up her hole!

Mammy, she agreed to literary greats.

Well, you heard the man. Hm!

to make sure that they register... Vote yes in the referendum!

I mean, you weren't right either.

Firstly, to stop us all killing one another. Fair enough.

Desperate altogether. Ach, sure there's nothing worse.

I'm sure that poor man's family takes great comfort in that.

Did you get glasses, Dennis?

She's having Riverdance perform at her 18th birthday party?

And you've something that Jenny Joyce doesn't have.

Fuck off, Erin. And what would you know, anyway?

Tommy Duddy, is it? Aye.

God, but I am freezing. I wonder why.

Sarah said you wouldn't mind. Did she now?

This is what I don't understand.

I don't trust these people. More champagne?

..a ghost story you'll tell your wains one day?

You're telling me you don't want Michelle to come to your party?

And if our dreams get broken along the way...

Did you get your head around this referendum thing yet?

And there was something else I wanted to talk to you about.

Oh, no, they all left, I think.

He thinks it's time. And, well, you know, it's...

So the Bishop wants you to know that he's absolutely thrilled

I can't believe this.

I knew a fella once, Tommy Duddy, he spoiled his vote.

Can I have a crisp? Fuck off!

to take the gun out of Irish politics forever.

Where do we want Emily Bronte?

Now, how do I put this?

We should be neighbours.

We are responsible for them, Sarah. We're their mothers.

voters across the country must get to grips with this booklet,

but can I speak to him on my own for a moment?

Real champagne?

Everything I do, I do it for you!