Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ Golden days before they end ♪ End?
Seriously, LV. It'll never happen again.
♪ To you ♪
[Clicks Tongue] Well, all salvage crap's out on back roof, LV, love.
♪ A gay divorcee who is after her ex ♪
You should try it sometime, LV.
- ♪ It's over ♪ - There's no place like home.
You tell jokes that no one in their right mind wants to laugh at.
Eh, your mom's a live wire, ain't she? Bloody hell!
Look, just don't let them do it to ya.
Five minutes, tell 'em. All right? Toodle-pip.
You've not opened your beak all day to eat or to squeak.
- What are they called? - Take Fat.
[Gasping] Okay.
What did I say? What did I say?
- five lads from Grimsby who have a history of touching assholes. - [Woman Cackling]
- Say hi, Bill. - Hello. - Bill?
Hey, you, you twat!
Little Voice.
For God's sake, wise up, woman, eh?
- ♪♪ [Continues, Indistinct] - No.
But at least he knows how to slide and dart and take a throat.
and a gob on me for every occasion.
[Squeaking]
a bit of a...
- What? - Young Birdy boy's already been and done all that.
- Hey, you should get out more often. [Chuckles] - Heh!
♪ We'll be singing when we're winning ♪
- No. - Yeah.
♪ And we'll beat the birds ♪
You are a star, you.
Just... stay calm and relax.
Your phone's ringin'.
Too scared even to leave his cage.
♪ Get ready for the judgment day ♪
- Oh, Jesus. - Guess what.
- At Boo's club. - They made me.
Huh? That would have really been something, eh?
All that cooin' and flappin' and shittin' all over shop. They want shootin', them.
- because I love you all. - ♪♪ [Continues]
You run a club that no one in their right mind wants to go to.
Dump her home. Let's go eat.
♪ Say, wouldn't you like to know what's going on in my mind ♪
- She'll go far, this one. - Yeah, she will and all.
♪ Let's fly, let's fly ♪
- [Phone Dialing] - Bloody hell, I don't even know who I'm ringin' here.
♪ If I invite ♪
Shipley Street. Domestic installation.
It's what I've been lookin' for for ages.
Come on. Look after me.
Telephone Bill. Little Birdy boy.
♪ Boy ♪
♪ I know I'm not to blame ♪
I'll have... a cup of tea.
It's not all glamour, this game.
I'm tired of getting the fuzzy end of the lollipop.
Oh, I, I don't go out. [Sniffles]
He's one of them lovable twat sorta types.
the compare of all compares;
♪ Get ready ♪
Happy as a lark. Oh, there be no bloody croonin' for your dead mum.
'Cause I'm one high razzamatazz in here today, me.
Went to see the girl, George...
And the duck says, "Certainly not. What sort of duck do you think I am?"
- [Needle Scratches] - [Music Stops]
this, ladies and gentlemen, is me.
- Hello, Billy, lad. - Arthur.
And I always liked a man in a uniform, me.
- ♪ It's over ♪ - There's no place like home.
Eh, speakin' of which, I can call Sadie on me new instrument.
at all times,
♪ You won't be seeing rainbows ♪
♪ Shout hallelujah Come on, get happy ♪
- Uh... Oh, it's gone. - [Audience Members] Boo! Bollocks! Boo!
♪ Once I get you ♪
[Laughing] Christ! I don't believe that.
Don't you think it's like puttin' me face in flowers after you?
[Imitating Judy Garland] Hello, everybody. This is Mrs... Norman... Maine.
you know... the act.
♪ Sadder than ♪
- I wasn't worrying about work. I'm worrying about Duane. - Duane?
- No. - Yeah. [Kissing Continues]
- Little Voice, ladies and gentlemen! - [Applause]
Okay. Leg over and out.
♪ That all-time thrill ♪
- [Horn Honking] - ♪ No more ♪
Tonight, for the second consecutive night in a row,
- ♪ Your cares fly away ♪ - [Audience Whooping]
You're on.
♪ Can't ♪
♪ Me ♪♪
That happens to the best of 'em, you know.
and some shit-tight bloody bra.
- I'm just seein' if your... If your wires are all right. - ♪ So I simply couldn't be bad ♪
- Our fave bloody rave! - ♪♪ [Disco]
♪ You gotta chase all your cares away ♪
♪ 'Cause you're never gonna keep me down ♪
Eh, you're too quiet to be me friend, you. Fuck off!
I'm pleased.
What will I do, eh?
You'll have to come up there with me, LV. See for yourself.