Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey.
Why are you wasting your time? Making clothes that no one's ever going to see.
There's no food on this island, Howard.
-What are those? -Bamboo drainpipes.
But now there's another enemy waiting in the wings.
(TYRES SCREECHING)
-What? -Old Ruby giving me the eye.
Well, you know, I'll get in trouble, okay?
Yeah, I'm a multi-instrumentalist.
We've had some crazy times here, haven't we? See you.
-But the thing is, she's a bit kinky. -What?
Well, at least I'm not whingeing on about all the women's faces
catches sight of himself, ''Whoa! Look at me!''
-A mullet is a classic cut. -On a 68-year-old sailor?
Right.
(SOBBING) No. No!
He's in the ebbing of the tides,
Well, don't worry.
Grease my cockney palm and you can throw balls to your heart's content.
I'm the writer. I should survive.
-But I can't promise anything, all right? -That's fine.
...to the world of The Mighty Boosh.
And it's all.... I haven't got any eyebrows,
Good luck.
Oh, yeah, all right.
Yeah, well, that's an infringement of people's liberties.
No, it isn't.
-Nice. -Yeah.
Thinking of knocking up a conservatory this afternoon.
What are you doing? Look at your pupils. Are you on pills?
I've fashioned a flute here with the help of Milky Joe.