Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, no murdering. It's a misunderstanding.

Those last few months, me and you, do you remember?

I'm not saying she's eating a whole

'a chicken skewer for no apparent reason?

'God, that's annoying. That has got to hurt.

The old long list is pretty short.

DOBBY: Ooh. What you watching?

I shall succeed. My perception is altered.

Hey. Er, my toothbrush isn't charging.

'Oh, strap on the cummerbund.'

Yes. How do you...

'I'm letting go. I've crossed the bridge into adulthood. I'm moving on.

I don't want any delicious Kool-Aid.

She always saying exactly what she's thinking,

'If I needed to.'

Uh-huh. 'I know nothing. Don't pre-empt.'

She seems a lot happier, comfier in her own skin.

Not the kitchen, or-or the living room, or any other room in the flat?

We could go up to the old air-raid shelter up on the top road.

The 327-text month.

We should turn this off. Yeah, we definitely should.

Look, you're the last person

because you're getting suffocated?

Seems Dobby never deleted me off her Find My Friends app.

'Lose the lions, put up my certificate, get a filing cabinet.

When Ukip come to round us all up, you'll be there,

What's in a name?

That thing eats electricity.

Oh, sure. Just watching TV with a guy.

We used to just sit on the sofa watching DVDs

'I want my pillow chocolate.

Is it OK because society says it's OK? What next?

It's only seven hours till the central heating comes back on.

There's enough unpleasantness in the world.

'Blank face, blank face.'

to say, about the...million-text month...

I tracked your IP address. You still love her.

Sorry I'm back so early. I'll, um... I'll hide out in the bedroom.

New York? Uh-huh.

who I would ideally talk to about this,