Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm going to bed.
Yes.
and help me fix it.
An allegation of what?
I am not my mother.
-[Tom] How's Sophie? -Pretty great.
The one that I just came up in.
[James] A few times.
[James] Johnny Public will support me. I'm sure of it.
♪ How the mighty fall ♪
Work mostly.
[indistinct chatter]
in the three and a half decades I've been here.
-[woman 2] Mrs Whitehouse. How are you? -Oh hello.
At least, our sex is great. It's never been a problem for us.
Where else?
-What do you mean "luck"? -[Brian chuckles]
No.
You need a towel, miss.
[James] Krystyna.
Nice to see Sophie here.
[indistinct chatter]
[Sophie inhales deeply, exhales]
No. Why?
Well, uh…
[man] Oh, James.
-Oh my God. I'm sorry. -[Olivia] Sorry, James.
[James] I don't give a fuck about Johnny Public.
She's not feeling well, so I have to take over with the kids.
-You remember Lawrence Hughes-Davies? -Of course.
♪ Lost all control ♪
♪ We want it all ♪
[Lucy] I nearly did die in Corsica.
…it's passed.
She doesn't mean anything to me. It was just sex.
[Olivia moaning]
Wasn't she helping you with homework?
I've been so stressed out at work these past many months.
[woman] At this hour on a Friday?
[man] Let's go! Libertines!
[dramatic music playing]
First of all, show me an old bird, Mrs Murray.
-Where's your handsome half? -That is a very good question.
Denials have a way of coming back to bite you on the arse.
Bloody hell, they're fast.
-Prime Minister. -[man 2] I believe he's in?
-What are they doing? -They're anal chugging.