Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So we're all gonna be great mates. We could pile back to yours and Sophie's?
Well, actually, I'm trying to have a conversation.
Wake up. You think no-one mimed at Live Aid? The ends always justify the means.
Soph, listen. I've been turning this over and over in my head
It's not for me to tell tales on a mate.
Want to see if Marketing have left any biscuits in Meeting Room B?
with a woman... and the lips. I can't say anything else. I won't.
- Hey, Marky Mark. - Hey, Jez.
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No, I don't think so.
Gay or not, there's no threat from you, pal.
Everybody's coming to get me
Your friendship's bullshit and you're a fuckhead!
- I'm too bloody hungry to jump! - But we're here now.
That's great, Jeff. Thanks a lot.
That's why you're cutting yourself?
It's been pretty good. Good night.
Come on, Mark.
Although, if it was a choice between that or a drive in a Ferrari Testarossa - phew, too close to call.
I don't know. Ask her. I'm not a prison warder.
'OK, come on. You can do this.
He doesn't complain that the music's too loud in bars
'No, I don't think I'm going to. My brain can't make me. So there.'
May I?
Did Jeff fart in a pint?
I feel better doing a tandem jump.