Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And that thing she said about my letters being boring,

- Come. - You disgust me.

Now, whatever you do, don't forget the Grease mega mix.

I showed you the city walls, and they are nothing short of spectacular.

Wondow bidet... Cracker.

- Winking? At your age? - Mm-hmm.

♪ Spinderella cut it up one time ♪

- Wise up, Erin. - We have to stop her.

- Your mother never lived in this house. - Shut up, Gerry.

You'll not have to ask Maeve twice.

An apple turnover and a cream horn.

Oh, come off it, James. She's charging you for it, isn't she?

Not really, no.

I'm very sorry for all your trouble, you know,

Sure, winking's not in my notion, Mary. What would I have to be winking about?

- Maeve? That's her name, is it? - Yes, that's right.

- Nice woman. - Aye.

Oh, because of my letters?

Listen, I know this might be a bit shocking,

No. No, you can't.

Clive woke up in Derry, surrounded by Russians and Fenians.

Yeah, that much was clear, thank you, Michelle.

I'd actually prefer to keep our Ukrainians separate, so...