Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I never read you those bedtime stories, I never took you on those picnics.
Outside the Beatbox Club, 2:00 in the morning.
I just didn't recognise him in a suit. You have to let go of me, sweetheart.
You could have fooled me!
She said she'd picked the most fantastic man in the world.
You'd be late for your own funeral and it nearly was.
By consuming everything inside.
How many are there? Do you call them all Rose?
1987, 7th November.
That's what Mum always says.
Susanne, Suzette...
- Wrote his number on my hand. - Never got rid of her since.
No. Don't touch the baby.
And then we can bring everyone back.
Since you asked, no. So, don't touch the baby.
take you, Jacqueline...
- You sure about this? - Yeah.
Go to him. Quick.
- Jackie, I'm sick of you complaining. - How do you know my name?
You bring home cut-price detergents, tonic water,
I am.
Give me some credit, I did see it coming. I wasn't gonna walk under it, was I?
Watson, come here. I need you.
No way out.
My daddy.
That would be your baby.
I should write that down.
And on top of that, I get to see you.
Come on, Mick.
Watson, come here. I need you.
Come on.
I can't do this.