Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Who the fuck are you?

I'm a Merton man, myself.

[Jeremy] Mae, I love you!

What is this place?

Not you. Not a dead ringer for Dame Judi Dench.

It happens on the street.

Sir, can I see your membership card, please?

Flat white. Coffee, black. Peppermint latte.

I've been to Vegas many times.

Morning, fellas.

You're gonna go to this address

Take your trousers off.

-[all chuckling] -Fucking hell.

It was moment after moment like this.

You know what will help? Going to see the woman you love.

[screaming, laughing]

Are you there, God?

-Rough match, mate. -We thought you needed a hug.

They were really nice guys in the end.

[empty can clattering]

[cheering, chattering]

Okay, gentlemen, plan of attack.

…exactly what football's all about.

Whoo. Whoo. Whoo.

Just like my legs after a date with a guy who kept correcting me,

Oi, he hasn't tapped in.

[bus brakes squeal]