Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Dave: This is a great game.
A bit off the back and sides when you get a minute, pal.
Imagine if you had, say, three of them.
Nance: Go for it, Dave.
Yeah, alright then.
What are you doing? Just polishing my bowls, len.
Ha hal
She's the, um... bowls reporter.
Lovely sandwiches, ladies.
He's right, Edgar.
Hey, Nance.
to set up free heroin clinics.
Stan: Everybody can bowl, Jack.
They're my underpants.
Anyhow, we got most of their members
And Mark my words, heads will roll.
It's bandied about a bit too casually for my liking.
Jack: On you, Dave!
“we've still got time to finish this game,
Well done, mate. Good on ya, Jack.
He's banned for life.
Genuine 1972 prices
And that's why you blokes are such excellent bowlers.
I reckon it's the best I've ever seen.
Bit of a green thumb?
Right? Yes.
so there are a couple of matters I'd like to address
Uh-uh. All aled out after Stan's home-brew.
Dave?
As I said, a true revealer of character.
normally I'd like to welcome them aboard myself personally,
I have to what?
Maybe not a favourite son, but a son nevertheless.
What are you doing, Gwen?
Men's fours? We can hardly field a team.
It's the man himself, Edward inchley.
Some nights, when we're in the mood,
Dave: 17 - heads full of brylcreem.
If anyone needs me, I'll be behind the bar.
May I ask what's in your containers?
You're at all the games, expert on the rules,
The details are a bit sketchy,
I've entered us in the men's fours tournament,
These bowls are shithouse.
Cliff, you take the mat.
Noted, love. Noted.
You have to buy lunch here. Caterers' contract.
Thank you, thank you.
It's wrong.
which infuriated norm.
The mad hatter's off tap, queen mum's got one in the line.
Stan: Upset the owner.
Nothing. Why?
It was a pretty heavy downpour too, I might add.
“and thrash the spaniard too.”
for the cultivation and sale of marijuana.
What is that?
Drinks, ladies? Three Shirley temples, please.
We're out, thanks to you.
“Simpson's introduction of the so-called 'flipper'
And you know what, son,
Just telling you the way it is.
Stan was actually unconscious when that bowl came to rest.
That's what I most admire about cliff.
Rules are rules, ida. I'm going to have my say.
It's been going a long time.
I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen,
Yeah. Crackerjack.
Great. Only one more sleep.
Bernie Fowler wouldn't give us a wave if he owned the ocean.
I've gotta go, really. Jack
The baking competition's under way.
Hey! Everyone! No, don't do that, Jack.
Stan: Ah, no, no.
We would've collapsed
Oh, yeah. Clear as a bell.
But if you can't handle the heat, get out of the kitchen.
Well, we're aware of our financial position.
Tell you the truth, it wasn't all bad.
He's already on the bus.
Are you saying there's a rat in the ranks?
Has it?
Norm: Oh, yeah.
Thank you. Well done again.
Besides, beaut day for a roll.
We had a good arrangement for five years.
I like your style, Jack.
“Hope all's well.”
That's the highest accolade you can be paid by the skip.
Jack Simpson has rewritten the rule books.
Legs 11.
Wait until you try the heavy stuff, son.
But they did.
I can understand your resistance to all this, len.
Jack, seeing as how you're so interested in our fundraising,
Ok. Cheers.
They finally raised the price of beer at the club,
The Flipper
So how much are you gonna charge tomorrow
Man: The thrust of what I think
Stan: No, there's not.
Well, son, that's a matter of some debate.
our virtual customer service centre.
Think they're giving you the wind-up, Stan. 'Scuse I.
Len: The no pokies route.
Come on, big fella.