Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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