Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

a loan to a friend of yourself,

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

Chuck her phone off the boat first day, butterfingers,

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

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

you burying your wife in a pit of balls.

on a cabin with a porthole.

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

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

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

I've cleared out your desk, mate.

I didn't want you to get fired,

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

I think that's why the majority declined.

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

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

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

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

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

Joe... Don't go, Joe.

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

Closing time in the last chance saloon, Mark,

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

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

It's not a big deal, whatever.

That may be your way of operating, Mr Corrigan,

If I was going to kill you,

I think I see. 29, 40, no.