Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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