Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Does anyone believe in love?

A cloud hangs over me

I might not have wanted to go out with you.

Being called something like "the Buzzcocks".

Food? Well, that's a start.

Now remember, we are live, so no swearing or they will cut you off.

I struggle between what I know is right in my own mind,

They're calling themselves the Buzzcocks.

What's all that about?

thinking of the things we've done.

There's a job here working at Knutsford Cinema

Ian, what's up with you, mate?

What is Man City blue?

I don't know what to do.

Ian, talk to me.

I'm gonna go meet up with Debbie tonight.

- I'm so sorry. - I had a fit.

- And Natalie. - How can Natalie hate you?

Keep the fuckin' racket down This is fuckin' chicken town

Come on, take him your way. Take him your way.

- Anything else? - Your favourite colour.

Ready to go on?

I don't get why you're doing this to yourself.

- You all ready and packed? - Not yet.

It's a heater, Ian. You turn it on and it heats up.

Well, that was shit.

Mr Curtis, I am here to tell you that you are well enough to leave,

And now I'm freezing.

We're gonna be somebodies.

Of fuckin' girls and fuckin' guys With fuckin' murder in their eyes

I suppose so, yes.

It's a lie to say "I'm not afraid any more".

I thought we'd celebrate. Bring them here, Terry.

I couldn't take me eyes away from the screen.

Ian, you are so depressing.

Let me in, love.

Thank you very much.

I don't. So shut the fuck up and start suing,

acne, overgrowth of the gums,

It's not particularly good either, is it?

I'll show you my...

That's right. Her name's Corrine Lewis.

The fuckin' pubs are fuckin' dull The fuckin' clubs are fuckin' full

On the record, there's Marlon Brando reading The Hollow Men,

I don't think I do.

and cut deals without a phone, you daft cunt?