Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know, it being Christmas and all.

If you hold out too long, you could jeopardize your credit rating.

Hello. Mr. Lowry.

Well, they're a little overworked these days.

What's happened to my flat?

It's... Well...

-I'm Holly. -Sorry, love. So you are.

I saved you from the lorry. You're not something "very special."

And I'm arresting you as a...

He hadn't done anything.

Oh, God, Mother, is that you?

-I knew there was something different. -Remember how they used to stick out?

-You've started your treatment. -Say the number, please.

-Snip, snip, slice, slice. -It's marvelous.

Would you like to be surgeon general?

Don't worry. I'll get to her.

-Oh, God, don't worry about that. -No, but if they did promote you, uh...

A ruthless minority of people...

It's my lunch hour.

-That's it. Over there, love. -Terrorist?

Look, sir, you can fill in an application form, sir, if you're a relative.

Don't you want the lift?

No, no. There's no stamp on it, you see.

I'm going to have a number eight, please.

No, no. Buttle. I mean Buttle.

I don't know, sir. They check all that at the depot.

-You noticed. -You have to say the number!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Mother! Mother!

Machines don't fix themselves.

But we'll get one.

Send that up to Security. Anyway, tidy it up, Lowry.

That's brilliant, Sam.

Wonderful. Marvelous.

Tell them no. Tell them yes.

-Thanks, Jack. -Are you settling in all right?

Father Christmas can't come if we haven't got a chimney.

-Go on. -Right.

I'm really just delivering the check.

I suppose you'd rather have terrorists.

All I can say is, don't fall at the last fence, the finishing post in sight.

Jill Layton is dead.

Now, either you plead guilty...

But, um... Hello.

Personnel transporter? What?

-I haven't got an emergency! -Yeah?

Are you telling me that this is illegal?

Well, that's awful.

Ready? One, two, three.

No, sir. I'm going to have to fill in a report on this.

We'll be back, you clever little bastard!

Oh, shit. They're coming.

and bounding about like a young gazelle.

Here, authorize the check. What's the address?

Information Transit got the wrong man.

Can I have a look? I've never seen a refund check before.

Well done, men. Quick thinking.

They sent me here. They said you have a form I need to fill out.

-Ho! Ho! -We're Department of Works!

I don't want promotion. I'm happy where I am.

They don't take kindly to sabotage.

"and the standing within the community of the Department of Information Retrieval;

Sam, picture me in these.

And I keep his name alive at the office every day.

It's okay, Officer. Thank you. It's okay. Got everything under control. Thank you.

"He did it all, and infinitely more.

I've come to give you a check.

# We stood beneath an amber moon... #

I need to find out about a woman.

of information retrieval charges.