Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I thought, "There's the look for me." - We were all in the wilderness.

- I do too, sir. - No, sir.

♪ Put you in my jacket, put you in my jacket

♪ Future sailors

- No, I've been living upstairs. - Fair do's.

- You're saying we should crimp. - In sync.

This isn't like you. What's the matter? What's up?

But inside I've got a rich and fertile inner life.

Holy Shitsauce!

But he's asked me to put phat beats down on his new shapes. I'm tempted, you know.

- Oh, Christ. - He's confirmed the worst.

more famous than the magpie.

- Can I help you? - Actually, I've come to see you.

I haven't got a pencil-case story. He's driving a wedge between us.

You should be ashamed.

Word on the street is you are his wife.

- The audacity! - A pair of berks.

- What can we do? It's our gig. - I thought you were in with The Velvet Onion.

- I'm going to kill 'em! - Is this a joke?

- Let's do one of those funny songs. - Crimping?

One day, 9 goes in and 2 goes:

♪ Carama, sharama, cinema in the night

Thing is, we just clicked, and that is something you can't fight.

What are we going to do? We need something innovative.

You're a disgrace, Howard. You're no longer welcome at the Stoke Newington Jazz Club.

♪ It's not the jacket, it's the tailor

Bitch stop copying Christina just cant be her self stupid ass copy catting bitch

All we need to do is find something that only we do, something that no one else does.

World War II transsexual?

♪ Crimpety crimpety, fuck you!

- Bye. - Pop in any time.