Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But I've written a poem which might help you.

But I can't drink in pubs.

Oh, wow. A wet bum.

Euripides is my dream poet.

There's no difference. You think there is, but there isn't!

Thanks a lot, Maggie, worth listening to.

Roland Percival, who's Careers Officer at East London Poly.

OK, lads, erm...

Some of these bricks explode! That's good, innit?

It's what he would have wanted.

(RICK) Shouldn't be afraid

Nice angle on the wall, I like your style.

No, no. Killing myself. This is my Last Supper, right?

And the howling wind.

Sh! Sh! Sssssh!

Because the letter is signed T Smith, Miss, see? See?

It's important, right? It's now and I want to watch!

I don't remember agreeing to this

Oh, yeah. Thanks, Mike. Bye.

Could you be quiet? I'm trying to watch my favourite programme.

That was brilliant!

I'm just gonna have to... Ow!

I'm not paying you to eat black men!

I bet if you looked in all the dirty ovens in the world,

- I don't want to spoil him, OK? - He looks like reduced beans.

I've got myself a walking, talking, living, walking, living doll...

Rick, what are you doing with my crucifix?

Drop in and see him for a chat at the Poly.

How we laughed!

Have you decided to apologise about Cliff Richard?

There's lots of heads buried in the garden 'cause of saucers!

I'll handle this!

Those clever trousers in the army.

And the howling wind.