Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

'Freudian mixed doubles.' Jeremy, can you hold your racket up?

That's not from me, Jeremy, that's from the bank.

It's a standard loan statement.

"Seems like it might be in Mark's wheelhouse."

I'll bring it. Exit...

is some kind of Gen X lifestyle choice when really...

No, what I wanted to ask you was...

Yeah, he...didn't fancy it.

and, frankly, it's a pamphlet.

Oh, er...sorry, I can't really hear you.

we tell him, no shooting of Mark.

No. Because it was a red line.

I'm sorry, Jeremy.

He's quite obviously going to shoot everyone. What?!

and there's a man in a stovepipe hat with a long, hooky stick, that's him.

'This isn't horrible. I'm just encouraging him.

Cocktails, six meals a day, bad karaoke.

I'm not here to talk to you about a colonoscopy, Mark.

It was like he couldn't help himself.

And if Wadey could just borrow Mark's swipe card, we'd both be quids in.

You know, Angus would have been more than welcome to...

And is there a comprehensive history of the Byzantine Church

Why is he queueing? Robbers don't queue.

I didn't want to dob him in, but we went for a stroll and...

I mean, we went for a ploughman's afterwards,

You fuck like a little child.

I'm talking five figures. Five figures?

But it's good shit, it's real top-quality, Taste the Difference shit.

'Jez.' Hey. 'I'm at the offices on Cowper Street.

'My plan certainly has become quite Byzantine!'

Angus would never do this.

Go in there twice a week and bleed it like a radiator.

Some lovely fat lines of...chang.