Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't go running off at the drop of a hat.

I knew you couldn't resist me, boy.

- No. - The lack of boundaries. Oooh.

- I'm telling you a story. - So what?

He looks like a paedophile.

The whole night was a shambles.

- Hi, ladies. Just ridden a porpoise. - Yeah? Ring-a-ding-ding.

- I heard you could play any instrument. - I was a multi-instrumentalist.

Here are the keys.

- Came last. - What, again?

You know what happened last time. You got excited about that band with Leroy.

- We'll give you a shot. - Cool. I'm Vince by the way.

- He came round last week. - Did he?

- Johnny Two Hats. - Thank you.

Howard Moon, get your ass to the jackal hut.

lf all goes to plan, I could be in rehab next Thursday.

- (Spirit) Get the hell out of my way, lady. - Agh!

I'm a fully qualified scat singer.

so if you could just take them off.

I won't. I'll be leaving it out there for all to see.

Yeah. Now I'm coming for you, Howard Moon.

I thought you lived on Northbrook Street, near Budgens.

Um... And there's others, too.

Enjoy the show.

It's burning you up inside. Like a fire. ln your throat.

- Do we actually need anyone? - What?

That's a pretty big mood swing. He swung right out of the band.