Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Alright here’s the plan, we’ll stop watching Brentford means we’ll miss out this miserable season & come up smiling in the champions
And that's why you mustn't hold back, let it ruin your youth as I nearly did over Eric.
We sent a letter to graham brady by mistake
I'm so uptight with him, I can't stop myself.
He keeps a sensational cellar.
I’ve become a Sith by mistake
I am a trained reprographer, reduced to the stakes of a bum
He's so mauve. We don't know what he's planning.
Out-mind him.
Buy the Wellingtons.
Let's go. He's a madman.
and there's gonna be a lot of refugees.
What are you talking about Andy?
I shall miss you, Withnail.
When I was a lad, I'd rocket off on my tandem with Wrigglesworth, and we'd just ride and ride.
Have you got soup? Why didn't I get any soup?
- Congratulations. - Where exactly have you two been?
You'll have to get its guts out.
No. I'm making time.
We became middleware developers by mistake
Raymond Duck.
I suggest you both go outside...
Understudy Constantine? I'm not going to understudy Constantine.
I ain't got no birds, no more than you have.
"33-year-old shot putterJeff Wode, who weighs 317 pounds,
I feel like a pig shat in my head.
Let's all have a good laugh, eh, Withnail?
Oh, splendid!
- you've got another thing coming. - I give you my word.
I trust their shapes will not offend your palates.
But not that tired, eh?
Its landlord was a retired alcoholic with military pretensions...
You just wait! Just you wait!
As a matter of fact, I'm thinking of retiring and going into business.
"which, alas, has always been denied to me.
offer him yourself
Get a proper glass
The old bugger's come a long way, and I didn't want to put the wind up him.
Because I don't advise it.
"What's all this? This is a court, man. This ain't fancy dress."
Oh, my dear boy.
Have you had any training in the martial arts?
It was a tactical necessity.
No. I wish I could. It's just thoughts, really.
- Where are we? - How should I know where we are?
Why don't you go and wake him? Breakfast in 15 minutes.
And both bars on.
Don't get uptight with me, man.
Perfumed ponce!!
We've come on an epic by mistake And we haven't got any food
How come Monty owns such a horrible little shack?
We can't stay. He won't leave me alone.
St Peter preached the epistles to the apostles looking like that.
Jim needs soup .
Goes into court in his caftan and a bell.
And as Presuming Ed here has so consistently pointed out...
Phone.
Before I became a journalist, I was in the Territorials.
No, no. No, no. Give me the gloves.
Parkin's been. There's our supper.
No. No more, thank you.
- This place is uninhabitable. - Give it a chance. It's got to warm up.
And I'm sitting in this bloody shack, and I can't cope with Withnail.
In fact, he'd probably tell you what he was gonna do before he did it.
I'll say good night, then, Monty.
Location, see.
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- What's he told you? - He told me about your arrest in the Tottenham Court Road.
- He told you that? - You mustn't blame him.
Dosed 'em. I expect they're dead down the drain.
All right here?
- Are you the farmer? - Shut up! I'll deal with this!
Then why is he wearing that old suit?
Garlic, rosemary and salt.
That's what you'd say. But that wouldn't wash with Jeff.
What happened to my agent? Bastard Must have died.
I knew you were a tiny dicked man
Why can't I play the part?
- We forgot to bring our Wellingtons. - Oh, but how dreadful.
till he could take no more
bona fide wood
Mistake, I'm telling you. This was a dreadful mistake.
No. I have to keep the gun. I intend to remain awake.
I must be ill.
- Where's the coffee? - "In a world exclusive interview,
- Where is he? - Sulking up the hill.
Colin, you terrible cunt
Even a stopped clock gives the right time twice a day.
'53 Margaux. Best of the century.
Not as spaced as your rodents.
But he's ashamed. He refuses to come out and accept what he is.
We'll have another pair of large scotches.
I'm sure we could find it together.
I know where you are, at Crow Crag.
Tomorrow we'll go down that farm and get some logs.
burglary
Let me tell you something, Withnail. If he comes into my room again, it's murder,
If my father was loaded, I'd ask him for some money.
How dare you call me inhumane!
- Don't threaten me with a dead fish. - Half dead, he may be.
- How did you get in? - Ingenuity, man.
- We want cake and tea. - Didn't you hear?
You already have... twice.
"You think you look normal, Your Honor?"
No, hasn't heard a thing. Apparently, they're still seeing people.
Are you the Farmer?
It can stand with its legs on either side of that.
They'll be goin' round this town shoutin', "Bring out your dead."
We must have heat.
Headhunter to everybody. He doesn't have any friends.
You're in my room, I'm in his room and he's down here.
He says he won't come in for lunch without an apology.