Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm going to lunch. See you at 3.30.
# Thinking is for wankers We're born, we dance, we die
What ?
Take ten years off so you don't upset me.
Absolutely lovely. You'll have to get him over.
No.
Ta-ra.
# Turn around #
Good ! Is your scrummy toy boy here ?
Are we gonna be here all day ?
# You'll scream and you'll shout and go out of your mind
# Get on down, you gotta help us go tumbling round
Yeah, I'm fine.
I wish you every success.
Mrs Matthews, blah-blah-blah, metal spike instead of arm.
No !
BANGS DRUM AND PLAYS HARMONICA
Well... Well, never mind.
A pissed wombat can run 100 metres faster than that.
Bye-bye, new daddy, don't leave us.
Go on, then.