Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Chin up. Could be worse.

What's that got to do with us?

Daddy. Daddy's home.

They were the Buzzcocks. If you didn't know, well, now you do.

Give Natalie a kiss for me.

Fuckin' hell! Have I got Barclays tattooed on my forehead?

- So you like food and watching telly? - That's right.

- I need a few minutes. - What?

- 'Course he liked it. - Well, how do you know?

It fuckin' gets you fuckin' down Evidently chicken town

- Are you OK? - Yeah.

Just like that?

All right, lads?

I really, really love you.

You know, like if I had a car,

Is this the start of it all?

Tea's in the pot, bedroom's in there.

An Ideal for Living. And that wraps it up for tonight.

Listen, Debbie, I don't know where the fuck he is.

We all get stinkin' rich and go buy fuckin' great big houses in Cheshire.

Get off! Fuckin' get off!

I think we should go.

- What's the story, then? - He's had some kind of fit.

I can't believe you did it.

- So is he gonna be all right? - He's not said a lot.

I know. I know I am.

Mate, you're pissing up the wrong tree here.

How about you, Hooky? You nervous or what?

You can't pin all that on us.

There's nothing the doctors can do but try tablets.

Ian, you are confusing me.

Hi. I'm Ian's wife.

I'll have a word, boss.

You're mine. Irretrievably.

Yeah. We're all here. One big fuckin' happy family.

behind the hot dog counter. How does that sound?

Thank you. Good night.

Still got the word "cock" in it, though.

I felt as if things were becoming a bit clearer earlier on,