Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Glue them on. Redesign your hair. Have fun with it.
All right, that's ages, it will be fine. Cool your boots.
There may be a way. Play this.
# I am electro boy
- It's not, it's Lady Fame. - Lady Fame wouldn't shop at Tesco's.
Sorry about earlier. I behaved like a tit.
Who's that jazz creep?
- I can pull shapes. - Why do you work in a zoo, then?
- Like little Fickle Bobby. - Fickle Bobby?
I can't believe it.
What are you doing? What was that?
..to the world of The Mighty Boosh.
# Riding along on a plastic dream
- Sorry, Johnny. - Johnny what?
- So what? - I used to have that fire.
I'm gonna get it, OK?
# Come with us to The Mighty Boosh #
My old hair. Huh?
- that's what I'm saying. - Why?
Next time, girls, will you consult me
M Series Macs be like VRAM, RAM, It's all the same to me, baby
Just stop dissing the hats.
- He knows I've an eye for detail. - What does he want you to do?
Whoa there, OK? Relax. Take your foot off the pedal.
- Really? As if you get any offers. - I get offers.
# I am electro girl
I design speedboats.
Yeah, I own you, baby. Every time you pick up an instrument, I'll be there,
Hmm. Seven off. I could probably work with that.
- What happened? - Something you don't need to know.
What's wrong with you? Are you blind? Why didn't you tell me?
Well, well.
Listen to my jazz, get myself juiced up, then go about my business.
They're pioneers, they invented music.
the spirit of jazz gets inside me and when that happens, it isn't pretty.
Well, well, if it ain't the comeback kid.