Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Um, so, uh, since Jamie Tartt has gone back to Man City,

Let's go get these fuckers.

But the concierge was able to locate one

at a tanning salon eight miles away in Croxteth.

You-- I don't know what I'm doing wrong here.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Yeah, you got this, bruv, all right?

It's your anger. That's your superpower.

-What is this? -It's just my thoughts on the team.

But it's still in there.

Come on. The image I just gave him is gonna last for a lifetime.

Right, want a lift back to the hotel?

Would you ladies like another bottle? A little dessert perhaps?

Both of whom I've completely neglected to speak to in the last six years.

Don't let them in, don't let them see Be the good girl you always have to be

Of course. You just get home safely.

Right, what's in the plan for tonight, then?

Okay, so I just met the fucking Marlboro Man in the--

No, it's-- it's not you. It's-- Oh, fuck.

-Where's Stinky gone? She abandoned you? -No, she just went to pee.

-Nate, can I speak with you, please? -Yeah.

Oh. Speak of the devil.

Did you hear that?

Hey, guys. Seriously, come on. Talk to me. What's up?

-All right. -Okay.

No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

What? He would've spent a cash tip in, like, a minute.

That's why you're gonna do it.

Could I, uh, just introduce you to--

Yeah, that's not Rebecca.

Jesus, I didn't know that I had abandonment issues till right now.

and ride that little mustache like a Jet Ski.

I mean, you used to run like you were angry at the grass.