Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't you think I should do it? I'm totally doing it. Should I do it?

I love this office.

Sounds perfect.

Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh...

'Hunker down, Jeremy, into the brain bunker.'

He cut these kind of tramlines into his hair.

It's coming from Holland.

Mind you, I've got cramp in my hand from hitting the £10 repeater so many times.

'Finally get a proper look at my arse.

and dissected it to death.

but nothing on the Byzantine Church?

The Queen? Yeah, it was either the Queen or Jenson Button,

You know what... Soz.

Go on, then. Yeah?

So, where's this gastro pub, then, Hans?

I don't know, I feel like if we go away together, that might fix everything.

Playing conkers with your little chum? Get back to work. What about my coffee?

He said you went to a Byzantine church?

Oh...yeah, we went for a little checkup.

I can't be expected to remember where it all goes.

PHONE BEEPS Hello? Hello?

Come on, Mark, on your high horse.

I'm joking! Lighten up!

I've been putting it off for months and I thought,

Oi, oi, choirboy! Fancy seeing you here.

Let's just say young Mr Wade's attempts not to rob Mark's bank

'Fuck tennis. It's basically bullshit ping pong for giants.'

It's happening, then. Joe's starting to see through me.

What about Angus?

So, what was your final tally?