Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

because I'm a beacon of truth, Erin.
What you've just witnessed is a piece of fiction.
Might that shed some light on the situation?
Avon.
I think my blood sugar is dangerously low.
- I don't suppose you do, no. - Then I don't.
Can you please stop crying in my face for five fucking minutes, James?
complicated relationship with my hometown.
- Isn't that right, James? - No, I mean here, at our bus stop.
I'll find some dirt on you yet, boy.
I'll bring my sister Mandy. You might know her.
- You better do as I say, or... - Or what?
He's a fella, Jenny.
He was really good-looking, so you've nothing to worry about.
She's gone too far this time, Mammy.
We have two children.
He's a wee Ethiopian fella from Ballybofey, Dennis.
How long does it take to defuse a fecking bomb?
The reading of the diary was bad enough.
Oh, my God. David.
Well, not now.
So I still have...
- Are they nice? - Bring Bobby Sands.
- What's going on? - I don't know.
Right. Will do.
Then why were you pissing on her dead body and making sandwiches?
hurry up don't tell me
I see.
As I said on the phone,
Let me make one thing clear: I will not have a repeat of the Mr. Mullin affair.