Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

On the right honourable leather sofa?

-Sorry. What would you like for dinner? -Pizza?

As I sometimes say to my children,

-[waitress] Champagne? -Thank you.

[boys laughing obnoxiously]

Next-level stuff, I'd say.

[whispers] Sorry. I have to go.

[car brakes screeching]

I invented three separate excuses in less than 30 seconds on your behalf.

-[woman] Prime Minister. -Afternoon.

[dramatic music playing]

[gate buzzes, unlocks]

Well, that's surely a first for a member of the Conservative Party.

Oh, how unfelicitous.

I heard voices.

Says so right here.

Glad to hear luck went your way in the Butler trial.

No one's paying you to bang the help in a House of Commons lift.

[breathing heavily]

I expect she'll be dubbed "the ravishing researcher."

[boy] So yummy.

Come on. Please?

Do you want to have a little chat about it?

When the apocalypse comes, I hope I'm with you.

[indistinct chatter]

[James panting]

[inhales deeply, exhales]

[Sophie] Let's get you back to bed. Come on.

A fling is just that.

[dramatic music playing]

I always thought that our marriage was, um…

[James] What do you mean?

-Would you like some wine? -Please.

[tense music playing]

[tense music playing]

[Alison] Some of the club boys too.

[elevator whirring]

Especially in the fishbowl of politics.

Uh, "James Whitehouse, a Home Office minister

We haven't had this in ages.

-Well, this is the worst of it? -Yes.

It comes from the Canaanite word for "lord."

[Chris] Basically, your priority from now on

You know, I thought I was, um, fine coming here,

Johnny Public bankrolls your salary as a minister in Her Majesty's government.

History. Nothing more complicated.

[Sophie] Thanks, Kenneth. See you in a bit.

-Good. -Napkins.

is to rebuild trust all around.

[Chris] But did you speak to her leading up to this?

Yes, there is, Brian.

Look, I'll just be distracted until I finish with these papers.

I can't speak for her.