Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay then.
That's how it starts, isn't it? First you book a cab.
None of my business.
Be careful. We have decency laws in England.
[sirens wailing in distance]
Goddamn fucking shit!
Uh, it's very important that we get in touch with, uh--
Longtime listener, first-time caller. And I know you're probably busy,
[chuckles]
And so, in conclusion,
[chuckles]
[chuckles]
Are you Renee?
-Yeah. Yeah. -Yeah.
My name is Sarah Coombes. What is your name?
[Coach Beard] Ah, man. Come on.
[crying]
Anything you like.
am I right?
No. That's Nelson Road.
[male announcer] Doors closing. Stand clear of the doors, please.
-[gasps] -Ah. [chuckles]
-Oi. -[cheering]
These should fit.
Oh, well, I'm very sorry, madam, but your flat is on fire.
Haunting?
-[Baz] Three big boots of ale? -[chuckles] This guy.
It's me, Margaret's little boy.
A catastrophe of epic proportions.
-[whispers] Sarah Coombes. -Sarah Coombes.
I love you too. I love you too!
like in that Ed Norton movie.
One exposed arse can bring down the monarchy itself.
[grunts]
[Coach Beard grunts]
You guys are about to save my life.
♪ Without a love of my own ♪
[chuckles]
[laughs]
Sorry about the shit game today.
What the hell was your thinking behind those tactics?
Oi, babe, I'm here, but I forgot my keys.
and all of a sudden, you and fake Melania have downloaded all my bank details
Well, look who it isn't. [chuckles]
No.
[male announcer over PA] Mind the gap.
Christ Church.
You left these at our flat.