Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Are you sure? - Absolutely.
"It's called...
"Hi. My name's Barbara Simmons,
- I don't know. - Why not Portugal?
You're talking to Dennis Dimbleby Bagley.
Apparently, by the year 2000,
Greed Is Abolishing The Future.
A joke. Just a joke.
Two now, two before bed.
I did not, I merely confirmed what the boil said.
(YELLING)
- Uses an old doctor's bag. - Then, with all due respect,
like organising Dutch caps for the Hindus.
- You're chain-smoking, darling. - I know I am. I know I am.
And second, I burnt it.
You'll be dead in a couple of days,
- Richard, your case. - Oh, no, it's not mine.
"We know it's naughty, but you do deserve it.
You see what a nightmare I'm in. You see why I can't talk to you.
You look like a doomed bollock.
(WHISPERS) I tell you, he's absolutely barking.
We can say entirely it is the crooks who've infiltrated it that I blame.
- In what context? - In the context of bed.
Penny said you had a bad dream.
Someone or something coming into your life
I tell you, Julia, I'm out of my mind.
- Here, take a look at this. - What is it?
Dr Gatty, please. Julia Bagley.
- You hungry? - No.
You're ill, darling. I want you to get out of the bath.
I'm up to here with it. I know everything there is to know about rationality,
- No more! - You want the air, you pay for it.
Morning, darling. Lovely day.
Look. This is what I suggest. Tomorrow, I'll call you with an appointment.
You may have even slept walked there.
it's perfectly obvious most girls love being on the pill.
Said he didn't want to wake her up.
I gotta get down there and do some work.
Hiya, handsome.
Tell them to come in, Sylvia, do whatever they like.
of converting it back to a normal boil.
I even bought a fire extinguisher.
I intended to burn it. It's only going to upset you.
I'm coming up with a brilliant advertisement for a very dull pimple cream.
I don't think that's a good idea.
- You commies don't half talk a lot of shit. - Shut up! I'm not a communist!
Oh, no, fine, fine. It's going fine.
That horrible sneer and mouth full of nuts.
Do you really think I don't understand?
BOIL: Ask Barbara Simmons. He'd fuck her as well.
"And because we care,
BAGLEY: The world is in danger, Julia.
They have a right to them. If they have to sweat all day
- Phyllis. - Blokey.
Does the authoritarian attitude they took with him upset you?
Not being a medical man, I wouldn't take my word for it,
and you can judge my madness for yourself.
Maybe the bastard wants to see the sights!
But worst of all, there'd be no more cars.
I'm gonna do those bastard television sets in here.
but if anybody touches on anything real, it's irrational?
John. Bagley. I want to see you.
Packaging would vanish from the face of the earth.
All other products, especially those contaminated with advertising,
You've decided that selling these things is a bad thing for you to do,
It's just, the deadline's getting serious.
- Welcome back. My name's Debra. - My head.
Heh.
Now. As I see it, we've gotta forget this for at least three months.
- Does it work? - No idea. It's probably junk.
If I can do that, I can treble the market at a minimum.
- To Phyllis Blokey. - Phyllis.
And now they've done it, their greed is insatiable.
Can anyone think of a discreet way of changing the subject?
And unlucky for her that he did, cos she got another hour's worth.
No. He's here now. I'll ask him.
♪ This is my generation
Can we diarise on that?
I don't think anyone would ever encourage me to grow boils.
Then it told me to get an electric carving knife and cut his head off.
The World Is In Danger, Julia. The Greed Is Out Of Control.
- The rock through the window technique. - That's exactly what it is.
is going to lead to a world commodity crisis, and the commodity will be oxygen.
Are you there?
- You mean sexually? - Suppose so. He had his hand in its pouch.
Aah! Ah!
- Perhaps they don't. - Of course they do.
I'm taking forever off. I'm going to cleanse my life.
Shall I tell you what happened?
Now I'm going to have another.
- Richard, are you free Saturday? - Yeah.
What about OCDS? (LAUGHS)
- It was never used. - Not its. Mine.
Dennis, come back! Stop!
- Hasn't the mustard helped? - Of course not.
- Then why talk about her? - I don't know.
He's got my hand! He's got my arm!
on England's green and pleasant land!
Look at him. He's got a cigarette stuck in his bandages. The man's mad.
I thought you were dead.
- Be quiet. - That wouldn't be fair.