Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I bet he's got lovely calves.
Give me an egg atop a cutlet any day of the diary.
Oh... Why is that?
Have you left your tongs on, Tina?
I've got this scene later, I need to run the lines.
Not for me, for you.
What?
Great.
It's certainly a lot of layers.
It's a sportsman's bet with myself.
MIKE: Hmm. Shall we move on?
Curses!
Just keep the radio off, please!
Tell her it's the finest house in the county.
Oh, er, yeah.
I cannot and will not bear it!
No, they're...they're ghosts, Mike.
PAT: Oh, no, no, no, no.
I'll go with you. # Friends together
- You've got a bet on? - That's what I said.
Sorry. It was just a really good take, wasn't it?
Anyway, what could I tell you about this room?
The Devil plays with his strings!
- Wow. - You're welcome.
Toby.
I've thought of nothing but you all day.
sullying the good name of this family with your wanton debauchery!
Oh, I love them, if anything.
Never did like cornflakes.
Where did you get that from?
The money and so on.
This is the last set-up.
No, no, no. That's its, erm, eye.
- No. - On a roll.