Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh. I'm so, so sorry.

The fuckin' clocks are fuckin' wrong The fuckin' days are fuckin' long

- All right. Joy Division's good. - Joy Division, eh?

I don't want to hurt you, Debbie.

All New York City's broken hearts

Been a bit busy.

You got your passport, Ian?

- What's her name? - Annik.

Did you remember to take your pills?

Just saying I wouldn't stand for it, that's all.

- I'm dying here. - Ten minutes. I'll give you it back.

- Hello. Hi. - All right?

Some of it, yeah, but...

Because you haven't put us on television.

Colonel Ralph Wade will be our auctioneer.

- It's all coming apart. - No, it's all coming together.

We're Joy Division, you're the crowd. Good night. God bless.

Or little Joe or maybe Lou

Free, independent woman.

- You're joking? - We're gonna be contenders.

Done. He sounds keen.

Well, it's nice to know you two are talking properly again.

I'm so glad you're home.

I've felt better.

It's a bit empty in here tonight.

So it be you and I shall grow old

Turned on its side

Fuckin' lightbulb need changin'?

gastric disturbances... That means farting.

and some warped truthfulness as seen through other people's eyes

The journalist makes us out to be a bunch of pricks. Who gives a fuck?

Good. That's great.

What are you lot called again?

I think we should get married.

It says here Cirazapan usually prescribed for schizophrenia.

- Tess. - Hello, Tess.

Well, that's fuckin' brilliant, Ian.

It's only a crappy European fanzine.

- They expect me to give more. - Just enjoy yourself.

before and after the combustion reaction has occurred.

- One last time. - I can't.

You all right, Ian, mate?

Do you think it's right for you to be out in your condition?

I'll be back in a minute.

I never realised how one mistake in my life

Ian, Debbie on the phone for you.

Tonight was great. It'll go down in history.

- How's the band? - Yeah. Not bad.

And, most importantly, we both fly the flag for the Republic of Manchester.

Is 2.45 Thursday all right?

The past is now part of my future.

- How you feelin', Tony? - Mmm.