Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

With me and Ian.

I'm sorry, Mark, I...

The lyrics you want to claim credit for,

So, Sophie - are you going to pull on the iron underpants,

# And I'm so hot

This is where we bring them now, the poor fuckers?

but now seems like a blessed relief.

in my lyrics file. You can't remember jack shit,

When are you finally going to get your gratification, Mark?

I do it to me and Jez, too, just to keep track.

'Flicker of recognition? Basically uninterested.'

I don't know. Sort of all at once when I finally dive into my pension pot.

looking under all the different flowerpots?

no worries, dude.

but actually, I couldn't sleep

'I wonder what kind of OK. "No baby" OK,

'Butter the toast.

and put his bank card in the freezer.

I'm going to call Super Hans, get him to come over here

Because I'm not a loser.

in Alison's Mazda like a little pimp.

And I need to phone Dad, tell him about you. He's going to piss blood!

OK, I'm going to lick these apples

I'm three times as intelligent as you. Oh, really?

Probably been in there for months.

I mean, God, net them up,

Do you think he might be taking advantage of you

I don't need to take a stupid IQ test to know that

Boom! That is inconvenient!

'Yeah, fuck off, Hans.

Amazing. They found some more web space, then? Yeah.

We've all got calculators in our pockets,

is that Jeremy... Look, Jez, you were there. Fine.

♪ Cos I'm in hell. ♪

you sacked gunnersaurus?

Joe's beginning to realise that I'm a loser.

He might, but I definitely won't.

Mark! Why did you bury me?

Come on, Jez, let's go.

And, erm, have you been back to your flat since we spoke?