Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[song ends]
Dead.
No, I'm sorry I lost my temper.
[chuckles] I tell you what, lads.
Shut up, Thierry Henry.
Which college were you?
Been doing it all day.
The hotel phones are just for guests, I'm afraid, sir.
It just felt like Richmond had no plan.
[sighs] I would just go through my own account, you know.
[grunts] Gotcha!
[breathes shakily]
maybe it's chemicals or maybe it's pheromones, but…
Whoo-oo-oo.
I don't think we do, sir. May I see your membership card?
No.
You basically left Zoreaux back there to defend by himself.
But you probably know that, but if you wanted to look her up.
Here? No. God, no. Never.
Could you get that?
[men laughing]
[Ted] Yeah, sure. No, of course.
Mmm.
Uh, evening, gents.
[grunts]
Hey, I'm sorry to bother you guys.
It's a joke.
[distant club music playing]
[sighs]
-[dance music playing] -[people chattering]
[man] What the fuck?
After Richard Montlaur earned himself a red card,
Still got it!
Well, you must feel awful.
Why can't it be both?
I know.
-[chuckles] -Merton.
Cheers.
A real David versus Goliath match,
I don't think we belong here.
[grunts]
As you do. But, uh, there's this girl.