Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Let's have it large! - Peyote all round.
I'll pay you back for this act of kindness one day.
♪ Come with us to "The Mighty Boosh"
- Can't they just pop round the back? - No, they can't.
- Do you wanna know why? - Yeah.
Don't worry, Dennis. You did all you could.
OK. Try that out.
These are not really galoshes. They're johnnies.
I'll just slit my own throat and bleed to death here.
- I'll take the bottle. - 400 euros, yeah?
SDR's are Real People. Markets as deep as they are wide. Big Quotas. big lists. big dreams.
- That's what I do. Yeah, Vince? - Here we go. Lies, lies from tiny eyes.
Why do you care so much about the plight of the bin man? What is this?
♪ And now that we have reached the end
Does he? Well, Naboo's not here now, and I'm in charge. It's time to pull your weight.
Big pieces of shit.
. .
No, they're not. They're vicious, the scourge of the bin man. His nemesis, if you like.
- Did you get our last requests? - Oh, yes.
- Look. - Yeah.
What happened was, this fox came in and farted and Vince lost consciousness.
It means that you take half an E and you wet your little knickers.
Yeah, whatever. Basically, I'm on death row. You're my only hope.
When it comes to drug-taking, I think you'll find Kirk leaves us all in the dust.
- Before we went travelling, Vince. - What, in that week?
I was cleaning bin bags up from round the back and I chatted to this fox and...
Look beneath your feet, Vince.
- '70s moustache. - It's not ringing any bells.
Kirk!
- Did I mention you get this cape? - Oh, OK. Cool.
Think upon the gifts I gave you when you first became a shaman.
Because I used to be a bin man.
I had a Really Wild Show Annual. I was giving her a good licking.
you are to be executed.
All I want is just some coppers.