Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Calm like an ocean.

I'll be mixing with the high society, living the high life.

- I haven't seen much evidence of that. - Well, I've got writer's block.

Charlie wasn't fazed, though. He just zoomed about the place,

- Mmm. - Anything else to add to that?

As if you're gonna be a writer. You haven't even got a pen.

It's impossible to be unhappy in a poncho.

Don't be stupid. Go on. Read it.

It's not really about quantity when it comes to the modern novel.

I like thick girls, girls who like bright colours, dancing and soft fabrics.

There is just one thing.

- You'd like that, wouldn't you? - No.

You catch on fast, fool.

- I'm gonna be a novelist. - I write novels.

Simon McFarnaby.

- He's gonna come for you. - He thinks Charlie's real. He's priceless.

(Chuckles) Oh. The lnuits didn't mind.

- She's an intellectual. - Really?

- He's freaking out. - What's wrong with him?

monkey nuts, trumpets and spanners.

Yes, yes, I do.

- You could come along with me. - Cool.

She keeps coming round, making me little pastries. I don't know what to do.

What if you come the party with me?

- Something a little larger? - No, I'm fine with this one.

- Relax. - All right.

I fail to see what's funny about that.

- Spying on Gideon? - No, having my lunch.

- This better be good. - You know the black bits in bananas.

It was too hot in Toronto and he melted like a pink bitch

Now, the monkey, I'm loving him but the other guy, I'm getting nothing off him.

Oh. Are you sure?

Eric Philips decided to refreeze Charlie

- But he's called Charlie. - No, the author's name.

It's a damn good sentence I'll have you know.

Vince, I'm impressed with your work in the show.