Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Hey, you're not the famous phone Bill, are ya? - [Both Laughing]
I get goose-pimply all over.
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
Well, say hello.
- Oh, no. No. - What?
Reading matter.
♪ The costumes, the scenery The make-up, the props ♪
- ♪ Up there where the air ♪ - LV, will you shut that up?
Would you like me to get it for ya?
- ♪ It's the kiss of death ♪ - [Man] Come on!
When he had his records on, he sparkled.
What do you say we continue our little conversation down the cafe, eh?
- Don't be so fucking pathetic. - [Rim Shot]
Hold on, Boo. It won't take a minute. Honest. She's dead special.
[Moaning, Kissing Continue]
Oh, do somethin' for me, for Christ's sake,
Ohh. Liquor, lacquer. Liquor, lacquer.
♪ Or come shine ♪
Bright lights, a bit of glitz, snazzy frocks. All that.
Never felt like this before about anyone, he says.
- I warned you... - [lmitates Judy Garland] Shame on you!
Voi-oi-oi-oice!
- ♪♪ ["Old MacDonald"] - [Yipping]
End of story. Now come on, Ray.
Duane's a pigeon, right?
[Pigeons Cooing]
He went into a library in Essex...
[Laughing] See? There she goes.
Only debts. [Laughs]
- Hold on. Thank you, lo... - ♪ For a golden girl ♪
[Sniffing, Clears Throat]
♪ To make you my own ♪
- We could do a lot with that. - Right, Mari, love. Me and Boo are off up the pub.
I've seen a lot of big talent wasted in my time.
I can do 1-4-7-1. It tells you who was ringin'.
Dad.
Strong winds forecast. Don't like winds, don't Duane.
Do what?
Yeah.
A-the one, a-the only Little Voice, ladies and gentlemen!
I'm tryin' to make an impression and she can't even be swivel to a friend,
♪ Spend ♪
♪ I don't pop my cork for every man I see ♪
♪ Every trick of his ♪
- ♪ Pretty girl ♪ - [People Chattering]
Did you win?
Ray. Sun Ray. Sting Ray.
Only the wires of me home's cracklin' up on me.
- ♪ Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da ♪ - He's comin' back here.
the tiny little slit!
What a friggin' championship night!
- ♪ Burnin' ♪ - ♪ To my surprise ♪
But she's going to have to in a minute, otherwise she'll be going on like she is.
'Cause the man and his music...
- ♪ His asking for more ♪ - [Engine Idling]
Aye, but look at me, luvvy, eh?
Ooh, I'll be wired up to the world soon, me... in touch with all parts.
her and that Shirley Bassey drinking our bloody cocoa.
Oh, no. Not Duane.
Aye. You let 'em out, they fly around and come back.
First that little phone fart, and now you all droolin' over that little stick of shite.
'cause you would never listen.
You look like you been chucked in a tool bag, you.
♪ And he'll toot his flute for you ♪
- No. - Yes.
♪ In llama land there's a one-man band ♪
Whatever, whatever.
Who'd want me anyway, hmm?
[Chuckles]
But that's all in the future. That's to look forward to.
[Ray] Thank you.
Come on, love. Squeak to me, eh?
We'll never be off the telly. MFI Friday, Letterman... he'll fix 'em all.
Just for a few hours, 'cause, look, we're cutting things a bit fine now.
[Door Slams]
Think about... Judy.
♪ I get knocked down but I get up again ♪
♪ That got ♪
- ♪♪ [Fanfare] - [Applause]
Because we've pulled out all the stops for your Friday night frolickings!
♪ A boy some night ♪
I, I gotta go, Mari, but what can I tell ya?
- Don't push her too hard. - She needs pushing. That's the point.
Oh, hello. Um...
[Man] Bangers, mash, fuck hot tea times two.
"Just once," we said.
♪ Still you wouldn't change it for a sack of gold ♪
♪ To ♪