Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The current shortfall stands at...

Well, this is it.

is it's all hands on deck.

Dave: Hi, Jack. How's it going? Shithouse.

I'll keep this short, because Stan was the sort of bloke

Jack! C'mon, Dave.

'cause it's gonna curve like buggery.

How do we all feel about that? Get out.

Right, who's for anothery? Yes, please.

there's one more item of business on the agenda -

what sir Francis Drake had for brekkie in 1588,

Look what he did to his own club, bogarra. Disgusting.

How does “go fuck yourself' sound?

Edgar: There. Look, there's the spout...

but otherwise I'd give it an... 85.21%.

Not sure what that is, but I'm guessing it's not smoko.

and still is, I reckon.

What if I say no?

Woman: Beg your pardon?

Just put it in the ditch, Jack.

Oh, well, where do I start?

Bowls - it's a great game.

You wouldn't be able to pass me one of those beers,

But you'll be pleased to know that Jack Simpson has arrived.

Now, if you don't mind my asking,

Who? Glynn bosisto.

when the great sir Francis Drake

There's plenty of blokes here. They're non-playing members.

Eileen: I like the dress, Nance.

Geez, just like in the ads, eh?

Recording: Good afternoon. My name is Jack Simpson.

What are you talking about, Dave?

Can I just ask you...

Of course, to distribute the funds,

Er... he's just resting up, I think.

but we sold every single raffle ticket.

And I might just mention local boy Doug pebble, aged 98,

If you're staking out a bowls club,

And if you don't leave, we'll have you kicked out.

Cliffy - what a legend.

No, I just want to be prepared for the interview,

The reason I'm calling is to let you know

What kind of offer? Good.

What for? Your dick?

One call and you're out on your arse, pal.

We've just been contacted by the rvba.

offering the right kind of prize money.

I don't like it.

Edgar: Ah, bugger it!

Yeah, but what's going to ha...

Maybe we should check the cars for kids.

Man: It's for pokies, isn't it?

Bingo. Who'd have thought?

Nah, I just wanna be sure. Measure.

Vanquished the enemy.

Hey, so why did you get the flick from the 'tribune'?

Home brew my arse.

44 - two fat whores

We made the bloody final.

Jack, are we still on for Tuesday night?

I tell you what.

Indoor bloody waterfall?

You've got your piano bar there,

You just don't get it, do ya?

j throw down your guns

He's been granted a governor's pardon.

Cop that, mate.

I just found these herbs in the fridge.

you're actually required in the clubhouse for an ale.

Gwen: 'Bye, Ron. Dave: Keep it steady, Ron.

Gwen, these pumpkin and herb scones are simply delicious.

Oh, well, it probably won't matter this Saturday, anyway.

drew in the grand final.

Neville Walker?

Stand back and watch the master.

of the shortbread assortment.

Here we go. This is the real lesson.

I don't like it.

Nobody expected to go back on.

They're at genuine 1972 prices

What? Swear jar.

Here's your 20, Jack. I believe that's the going rate.

Swear jar, Gwen.

I'm not Einstein, but you do the figures.

There isn't a different route.

When someone anounces a new coin...

Genuine 1972 Electricity prices

We are in trouble. Another one.

against lord Howard at Plymouth hoe

the club has no choice but to dissolve

At least it's at the back

They're not balls, Dave, they're bowls.