Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The builders haven't arrived yet.

WIXY: Oh, yeah, the kids' playground at the hospital.

I won't let them get to me, either.

Stop sneaking up on me!

- Isn't it, Mike? - Yeah.

- No, you didn't. - I said that five minutes ago.

Are you sure we're alone?

Morning, handsome.

I feel great. I think I'm moving on!

And she'll send them away with a flea in their ear.

"We'll probably stay out of your room."

Oh, no, I didn't pay for it, no. I ran it through MPs' expenses.

Terry just said they were leaving. What's going on?

Reminds me of Monty in the desert in '42.

He was always such a support to her, even before I died.

Look, there's loads of swans.

You don't know what I'm talking about, do you?

Tomorrow's my death day.

Oh, yes, builders. Well, I mean, they're all thieves, aren't they?

BOTH: I should be so lucky

- Mmm! What's with the bag? - Gym.

- Excuse me. Excuse me. - Yep, by all means.

How do you know my verse?

Only real issue is core strength. That's known as a Norwegian picnic -

and I've decided it's best you don't say anything.

We shall fight on the beaches.

- Cheers! - Thank you. Have a lovely day.

- ...on the landing? - Yes, all right. Don't be glib.

Morning, Terry!

Right, well, why don't we have this chat tomorrow, yeah?

Welcome to day one, activity A, and A is for archery!

I'm really sorry, Pat. I've actually never asked you -

I just wanted to lighten the mood, and it hasn't worked. Sorry.