Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's yummy, Daddy.

♪ How the mighty fall ♪

[in French accent] Just a wafer-thin mint.

I make it all the time.

God knows these knobheads are capable.

I'm already sipping a Scotch, you'll be happy to hear.

-My throat closed off, I got sick… -Sophie?

I will stand up right now and tell this room full of MPs that I resign.

-Hello. -Hello, darling.

[both moaning, breathing heavily]

In the broom cupboard?

Usually late at night.

♪ It's a dangerous game ♪

[woman] Where are you?

A kid in my class's parents knew just what I asked Father Christmas for.

-Well, that's not enough time, is it? -No, it's not, Minister.

-Minister. -Olivia.

-Four novels. Heaven. -[cell phone chimes]

I mean, it's not brilliant, but could be worse.

-Can I take your coat? -Thanks.

He promised he would leave the constituency on time for once, but…

and I sat on the beach and remembered that I knew how to read.

[music crescendos]

Called to see if you fancied a drink.

Don't look so serious.

-[driver] Sure. -Thank you.

The story is about to break.

Isn't that James Whitehouse's wife?

♪ How the mighty fall ♪

[laughs] Oh God, sorry. I'm sorry.

[chuckles] Well, that was fucking stupid. Literally.

[car door closes]

"PM's friend in trysts in the corridors of power." Don't like that.

♪ Lost all control ♪

-[man] Prime Minister. -Afternoon.

Chris Clarke's on his way over.

walk you through the recipe on three occasions?