Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now everyone get out.

- No. - How about I talk to you like a baby?

- Oh, what is your beef with the Mac? - The same beef every right-thinking man has.

it was frightening in the dark!

- You want me to cover for you again? - I love my wife,

Oi, you, bighead! Come over here.

Watch the room crumble at the awe of the H-Man.

- What? - Hiding from the shame and embarrassment

- OK. Ready to bust some moves? - Does a chicken have lips?

Lester Corncrake there, good friend of mine. Whoo!

OK, what I've gone for is an olive-green rollneck and quite a heavy-gauge corduroy.

- Hi. Hello. - Hi.

- All right, fair enough. Good choice. - Thank you.

She was here last Thursday - the one eating toast.

Good people? Let's have a look at some of these friends of yours.

I'm a real man, a man of substance. And I'm having a quiet night in.

I like your hat, man. Can my mate Ricky borrow it? Cos he likes it.

One girl comes in, bats her lashes at you, and you melt like warm Nutella.

That's right, easing out the comedown -

Especially when you're having fun. A few ground rules:

- What? Too much? - It's not the 18th century.

- What do you do? - I don't do anything.

Interpol's Antics, in its entirety.