Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

on a cabin with a porthole.

I think that's why the majority declined.

'He wouldn't. Not my lovely, white milk.'

I need to head to work. I thought you were off today.

Can't you do anything? I'm sorry, Mark. You're contaminated.

a loan to a friend of yourself,

I'm sorry, which loan was this? Um, to a Mr Usborne, Jeremy.

If you want, I could try and get in there, waggle the old cock about a bit.

It's not a big deal, whatever.

I think I see. 29, 40, no.

Oh, not with a sandwich! Not as your drink!

'Must...eat...toast.'

Chuck her phone off the boat first day, butterfingers,

That may be your way of operating, Mr Corrigan,

Oh, for fuck's sake, Mark, I told you I didn't want a fucking surprise party!

I think I'd just come at you in the night, pillow on the face, cark!

If you're gonna be on a boat for three months, you want a porthole.

I didn't want you to get fired,

If I was going to kill you,

You're not keeping it in the fridge? Best served chilled.

I've cleared out your desk, mate.

Joe... Don't go, Joe.

Closing time in the last chance saloon, Mark,

The truth is I... I do have feelings...

Help, don't let them kill me. Oh, Angus, don't be a big silly.

I've cleared the coast, the coast is clear.

you burying your wife in a pit of balls.

'Ugh, Jeff, Jerry and Johnson, a trilogy of shits.'