Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, there are worse ways to go.
Oh! Argh! Eeh!
Agh!
without a huge amount of cash to do those things.
- It's rubbish, isn't it? - Yep.
Over my dead body!
Yes, I'll do it.
Ah, look what the cat's dragged in.
No, you haven't. It's just the pilot light.
Who then will come to call this home?
Well, I've got the ears, haven't I?
- How you doing? - Terry.
(ALL SHOUT)
- Club Tropicana. - Oh, that's fun!
Answer the question, damn your eyes!
Alison, I'm here. Can you hear me? Yeah? Stay with me. Keep your eyes open.
Let's see what the surveyor says next week, hmm?
George?
that you have in fact inherited a house.
- Induced coma. - Oh.
I'm sure of it.
But with no children of her own
Right, what's first?
and he tried to get it out and just pushed it further in.
Oh!
Did I dream that house?
Huh? Why don't you go and have a lie-down and I'll grab your bags, yeah?
Well, I don't think I do!
It was mine first.
# A pocketful of posies
(LABOURED BREATHING)
Oh, she spoke to me! She spoke to me! She saw me!
(ALL GASP)
- Pfft! - He's ahead of his time.
- Haunting's hard, isn't it? - So, how did it go?
Yeah, that could work.
That must have been a terrible burden to bear for all those years.
- That's a motorcar. - Car!
(NERVOUS GASP)
A man-wich.
I don't see why I should.
He had to go to the doctor's.
- Get rid of old Betty? - No, no.
Oh, yeah.
There you are.