Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

One, two. One, two.
The same formula over and over.
I'll be home soon, darling.
In fact...
Excuse me. Thanks.
Hole in this guy
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Hmm.
We'll want more.
He's Trixie now...
They're usually out back.
- ♪ Still be where I started - Wrong lyric!
The in-between moments, I suppose.
What are you saying, Freddie?
Hello? Live Aid.
they would meet me.
- Watch it. - (REPORTERS CLAMORING)
DOCTOR: Do you understand?
(SIGHS) Been up all night, mate.
Discussing Roger's car song.
Just a joke.
You were working at Heathrow before we gave you a chance.
♪ Buddy, you're an old man, poor man
♪ But I've come through
You're going to support me if I get fired?
if you all can just shut up and play.
(CROWD CHEERING)
- JOURNALIST: Is it really true? - PAUL: Yes, it is.
(CHUCKLES)
Yeah, we can't afford much more.
I've been conceited...
"When my hand's on your grease gun..."
I mean, whose song gets on the album...
What's this about?
♪ Any way the wind blows ♪
Right. Okay.
Yes, but the glow is so divine.
Do you think you have them in my size?
♪ Pleading with your eyes
You're supposed to be in a rock band, Freddie.
That's almost us.
PAUL: What do you mean?
Now dead center for the last.
ROGER: It's a good size.
♪ You don't waste no time at all
REID: Then you've got the MTV interview...
ROGER: Well, I'm not sure
When I know they're listening...
Erm... I'll think about it.
always trying to punch them in.
Shelley Stern.
♪ And my curtain calls
I love you, Freddie.
McCartney, The Who...
For me, Freddie will always be...
(CHEERING)
What are you looking at?
- PAUL: Hello? - Paul.
- Queen! - MAN 2: Check, two, check.
- REPORTER: Your parents? - CRITIC 3: Can you tell us
How could I?
What's it gonna take for you all to forgive me?
Bo-Rap, period.
Love of My Life. I wrote it for Mary.
(INHALES DEEPLY)
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RICHARD: It's 12:00 noon in London.
what difference does it make when you're out every night...
Please.
I warned him against it.
♪ Too late
I don't know. It could be a flop.
You've got $4 million. Perhaps you can buy yourself a family.
There's no musical ghetto that can contain us.
♪ I heard it on my radio
- Listen, I understand. - Hurry up.
I enjoyed the show.
♪ Rip
Lilly's room is even larger than this one! Spoilt thing.
I went to Munich.
♪ But I never saw my face In any window any day
♪ Got to make it on my own
CRITIC 3: Your fans deserve to know the truth, Freddie.
♪ Radio
So, you found me, then.
♪ No pleasure cruise
(BAND PLAYING INSTRUMENTAL TAG)
Might be of interest to you.
Did Farrokh not tell you he was born in Zanzibar?
Oh, thank you.
Recording studio?
So, what can they do?
♪ We are the champions, my friends
(CROWD CHEERING)
♪ You had your time, you had the power
Nice chap.
A queer Catholic boy from Belfast.
Thank you, Chrissie. Showing some enthusiasm.
Taking the piss.
Do what you like with your photographs and your stories.
Come on.
Hmm.
- Sorry we're late. - (MEN LAUGHING)
♪ Out of the doorway the bullets rip
Gave our demo to John Reid.
Delilah's by the kitchen...
We're going to release it as our single.
JER: And his first band...
this is Jim.
I'm going to be late.
May I?
who are pretty sure they don't belong either.
(PATS) Let's face it.
this frightened little Pakkie boy...
You know, family...
♪ To the sound of the beat Look out! ♪
Perfect.
You can't get anywhere
JOHN: Mmm-hmm.
Could you answer the question, please?
You're gonna love it.
They're not particularly effective, Freddie.
♪ And everything I had to know
"Spread my wings and fly away."
I've got an idea to involve them a little bit more.
I knew Freddie when he did Bohemian Rhapsody.
(CHEERING)
I've been following you for a while, actually.
- 7:00 a.m. in Philadelphia. - (CROWD CHEERING)
What else?
I've got it.
Ever.
BRIAN: You know why you're angry, Roger?
maybe I can get you on television.
Which one is it, ill or drunk?
We could all murder each other...
Don't worry, he's in safe hands.
Nothing.
♪ Shouting in the street
Oh, don't be such a bore. I'm here, aren't I?
(ALL LAUGHING)
♪ Lock your door
So, fly off.
(LIP-SYNCING) ♪ She's a Killer Queen
You can take that out of our royalties!
Not the Village People.
Nope.
We're a band. That's what bands do.
I'll start.
Wembley welcomes their Royal Highnesses...
Out again, Farrokh?
I wanted you to hear it from me.
Don't move.
BARTENDER: Here's the Coke. Coming right up.
Sure, it's your money.
all these stories
FREDDIE: What are you doing?
An end to your frustrations.
was he listening to back in those days?
(COWS MOOING)
I need the love of my life.
I've been thinking about it a lot.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (ALL EXCLAIM) - (LAUGHS)
when I know I really have them...