Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He's got the hots for Alison!

Well, it's more like an ultrasound, but it does have a screen on it, yeah.

- I don't want you to talk to my wife. - Right. Good.

For the sugar, Terry!

but eventually no-one will come.

It's a negotiation.

Please, not now!

Well, the bees, you see, like men, visit the flowers.

- Come quickly! - (GASPS)

He's very happy.

It used to be a tree, but it blew down in the great storm of 1987.

- Yes... Yes! - (MONKEYS SCREECH)

- Yes! - I've got it.

I'm actually pretty gobsmacked that you think it might've been one of us.

but before we do, I just need to run through some do's and do nots.

Well, I mean, there's being nice, that's one thing,

All the noise, the football chat, the potty banter.

LADY BUTTON: Alison! Alison! Alison!

- Yep. - There are ghosts in here,

But you're dead.

We're all alone.

(MONKEYS SCREECH)

Ooh, the full monty.

- Who fancies a pint, then? - I'm gasping. You're buying, though.

Look, it's not my fault.

Oh, I just thoughts I saw a swan.

- CAPTAIN: Almost certainly not. - She does not comprehend