Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Yeah, well, if you're leaving now, don't even fucking dream of coming back!

See, the longer the note, the more dread.

No! Why, were you going to go and get me one?

I'm running underground with the moles digging holes.

Fuck off! Thought police!

I don't care what happened, I still think you're a bloody good guy.

We can do the music, can't we, Super Hans?

4 slices of toast Jimmy? 4 Slices? That’s insane!

What, you mean, am I a racist?

except, as it turns out, for the cor anglais.

- Anyone see the game last night? - Er, no.

So, what am I going to pay you to do in my band?

He thinks you're French! I keep telling you, he's not French! Come on, let's get you a drink.

It's not the same.

Jesus! Classic rubbernecker. Absolutely no interest in military history.

Whereas, I Have A Dream...

here be beauty, there be... pie charts. OK?

Democracy's all very well, but it's weak and it's decadent. You need a strong leader.

You know what I'd really fancy? A coffee

Crack? Crack, Super Hans?

Yeah, I don't normally go there. They've always got that wog box on.

You got over whatever brain attack you had in Frankie and Benny's then?

- Tell him I'm not here! - Why?

'They probably sound more fun than they really are. Like Laser Quest.'

I've shared enough rice with you, Mark. I'm in the big league now.

Oh, and I took the rap for the sausage, so you're in the clear there.

But, Gog, I'm music! I make music!