Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

to create the ravenous market I'm after.
"Nobody cares as much about your skin as you do,
(WHIRRING)
Aagh!
it would have some sort of therapeutic effect.
God in heaven!
I don't know. I don't know!
I did. They're over the moon.
my mind slips into a sort of dreadful, oily neutral.
I'm going through everything in the house and isolating items of genuine worth.
they were on the phone this morning, threatening to pull the account.
- No more! - Leave it on, Dennis!
BOIL: Shall I tell you why people buy hydrogen bombs?
My grandfather was caught molesting a wallaby in a private zoo in 1919.
A pot of soup would be for the few.
- Thanks for the cigarette, Mrs Wallace. - I thought you'd given up.
Constantly! I've got a talking boil on my neck!
You're going to need a condom, and quick!
And the instant she does, the guilt cuts in.
BAGLEY: Julia! Julia!
What you mean is you want me to have a look at it. No.
I want to make them fashionable.
Any other part of the human body, I'll sell it something.
Just see Bristol and come home.
- What? - I can't go into it now, but he's manic.
They don't like it. I personally abhor it.
- I have, darling. - What's it doing?
Yeah, but I'd forgotten what a nightmare you are.
- Oh, no! - Oh, yes.
Everything will be all right. You've had these sort of problems many times before.
and I was very like you, Bagley.
Yes, I was about to say, I notice Penny's gone carnivorous.
You know what this does to me, reliving this nightmare?
Dick, dick, dick, dick, dick.
Do you think women like filling their bodies with chemicals?
- Where is he? - Upstairs.
traditionally known as the British sausage.
It's extraordinary how much steam comes off hot peas, isn't it?
- ♪ I am without my love ♪ - (RAUCOUS LAUGHTER)
- Hold them, Sheila. - So don't tell me I'm being irrational.
- Me? - Yes.
The World Is In Danger, Julia. The Greed Is Out Of Control.
it must be appreciated from the beginning
So here we are again with our diet.
No, don't! Don't lance the wrong...
I'm getting nowhere. Zero.
And that's exactly how I'm telling you.
Once we've done that, we've got a good chance
I'm likely to turn up here and burn this dump to the ground.
(WHISTLES TUNELESSLY) promise
because you've projected some of you into it.
- We humour him, discreetly. - Not exactly, Penny.
We can't talk here. Come and have a drink.
and tell me what you see.
By God, I will!
But I'm going to argue about it. I'm going to shout about it!
♪ Talkin' about my generation
- And how are you gonna do that? - By glamorising boils.
I've washed it, dried it, poked it,
Thank you. Thank you.
BAGLEY: You're talking to the wrong head!
If happiness means the whole world
And, under the circumstances, I'm surprised you get to sleep at all.
You know, just a storyboard or some roughs,
The other 50 percent is about offering to solve it.
MAN: Cut! Cut! One more, boys. Get it right.
Jesus Christ! What do you think you're doing?
- You're wearing Le De. Givenchy. - Oh!
- Julia seems terribly tense. - Surprised? It's him.
No. I'm not afraid of him. I'm one of the few who really understands him.
- I can't listen to any more of this. - You swore you'd be quiet!
The bag may have contained heroin,
- I can't stand it any more. - How do you think I feel about it?
This isn't a dream. It's reality.
and fucks no more than 4.2 times a month.
(CLOCK CHIMING)
Stop saying "the you-know-what".
- BAGLEY: The truth. - Shut up, you dozy scab!
How did you find out about my grandfather?
You can't harm me, you miserable little bit of garbage.
And I'm not talking about atom bombs, darling.
because you're frightened of what you might see?
I'd completely forgotten what a terrible time it's been for you.
How?
I was just getting ready to clear my throat, that's all.
No. I don't show work in progress.
And please put that cigarette out. That's three in ten minutes.
- No. He died before I was born. - Do you sympathise with him?
"but we do try.
What utter balls, Jonathan.
but we're not blind, we've got our eyes open.
To me, this represents everything that is wrong
He says he knows you're avoiding him and he says he insists on a time to see you.
Don't think the bandages might be a bit on the tight side, Bagley?
Vile. I'm glad I've given up.
Do you think I'm going mad, Julia?
Because this poor, sick creature with a box on his head was me.
In which case, it might well be difficult to persuade him a psychiatrist could help.
Because I'm the man who's taken the stench out of everything but shit.
WOMAN: I think men should bleed.
(SCREAMS)
Oh, Mrs Wallace! I didn't know you were here.
- Seven years. - Congratulations.