Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh. Speak of the devil.

♪ It's a dangerous game ♪

Did the whole office know?

Now, I know that you do have more important things to consider,

prioritise your family and constituents,

[man] I'd be happy to die in Corsica, as a matter of fact.

-Hello, Emily. -Remember Mr Clarke?

Oh, but 44 is the luckiest number in ancient Egypt.

[James chuckles]

If that's what you want.

[James] You sure you don't want Kenneth to take you back?

This doesn't qualify as a squall.

-Where's James? -Let me find out.

[indistinct chatter[

-But, Mummy, what is a Libertine? -[Sophie] Mmhmm?

We can get pleasantly pissed while you watch me fold.

[Chris] Johnny Public's gonna be reading this in the Daily Mail.

Well, announcing that you're leaving.

Why would I throw all that away over a stupid mistake?

…and, while I will go to my grave

"Britain's most fanciable MP

[elevator bell dings]

[water splashes]

The honourable lady is concerned about fairness.

-[Lucy] Hello. -You've reached James Whitehouse.

It's a drinking game the rugby boys like to play.

♪ We want it all ♪

[James] Well, that explains how you managed to take advantage of me.

♪ It's a dangerous game ♪

I broke it off two weeks ago, right after the party conference.

What, on desks?

♪ How the mighty fall ♪

[tense music playing]

No. You're not.

…it blew up like a balloon. It was absolutely…

And look… [chuckles]

and confidant of the prime minister,

[indistinct conversation]

but it's bringing it all back.

[dramatic music playing]

including a spot as an Oxford Blue.

-Alliterative and to the point. -[James] Christ almighty, Chris.