Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Course you do. Huh! Who wouldn't? PHONE CHIMES

Angus, you...you must know I had nothing to do with this.

Right, gag him, Hans. ANGUS GROANS: No, no!

who, for whatever reason, won't return my calls.

Is this his? The Golden Fountain?

Yeah. And now he's not speaking to me.

'The cold, impervious wall.'

She does hate her phone. Exactly.

I-I think we let him go and I take the hit. No, Mark.

please always...keep on...being you.

Mark, did you piss in my piss? Cos this piss looks funny.

Emma you are 40 years old

I need the vitamins. Why?

Come on, let's at least go and spy in case there's something to be done, yeah?

Your wet wipes and your Mega Puzzler.

'I'm hung out to dry, I'm human laundry.

'Good to let him know it's not worrying. He can't worry now.'

What about I read to you from Napoleon's correspondence?

Be quiet when you come back. I’m going to pull myself off and sleep for a hundred years.

I'm not some oddball, though. It's not worrying.

You're the British people, we're Blair and Bush.

I basically think that you're just so funny and clever and brilliant

and for falling in love with Dobby, for everything.

'Here goes. Quick speech and then cruise.'

OK, come in, everyone.

.."Jeremy, you are 40 years old."

Mark! I'm trying to sleep.

I've gotta try and keep up with Joe. He's so fucking full of life.

Yeah, I tell you what I would like to do for Jeremy is...is filibuster.

ticking the certification boxes without adequate document checks.

"What, do you think it's gonna eat 'em like the fucking Cookie Monster, love?"

'and then do a sit-up and maybe a press-up.'

I'd have a great sign-off. Yeah?

Aw, we do love each other really.