Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Jack: Can I go now? Len: No, unfortunately.

It is with a heavy heart

Woman: Swear jar, Stan.

Oh, god, it's a good one.

Still can't bowl, but pulled some strings

“always remember, keep them angry, keep them stupid.”

they've got a restraining order out against me,

Don't waste your time, Stan.

You're showing a bit, though, love.

Len? You didn't have to call, but I appreciate it.

Some people say he lost the game,

and don't forget our online billing service.

Ooh, yeah. Yeah, I'm confident.

Jack: Dave? Man: Mate, great news.

Otan died exactly the way that he would have wanted to.

Let's go again! Go again!

Commentator: Well, I think Stan coombs appears to have...

A nude calendar?

Too many home... brews.

She used to do the 'tribune'.

when sir Francis Drake played the famous game

Man on radio: If they want to come here

Man: He... he's doing it too, eh?

And this will be the final bowl.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, that's me.

All those in favour of calling our economic situation 'dire'?

I'm afraid you'll have to speak up.

Man: Coming nicely, mate...

Nance: I like you, Stan, but I never want to see that tattoo.

I'd, er, dig ditches for a living with the right people.

Something like a Toyota crown.

What about the real Australians?

accused cliff of not chalking a bowl that was in the ditch,

in her capacity as the patron of the rvba.

Having said that, are there any suggestions?

Save it, Bernie. Not interested.

Woman: Hear, hear.

I'm actually really enjoying being involved.

The lovely ida.

So you have no problem telling me

and beat me about the noggin?

Oh, yeah? Couldn't get out, eh?

and somehow got me a governor's pardon

Exactly what I wanted to hear.

You say cityside are having a fancy dress thing tonight?

And that's the honest truth?

He's on line two.

Because the great sir Francis Drake didn't know...

Man: Len Johnson? Yes.

You look like you're aching all over.

if I'm talking to your members.

Would you like to see what your team mates are up to,

if he wasn't barred from the premises.

I haven't seen any outward signs of unusual behaviour,

Stan: Come in, spinner! Man: Hit it up, ida!

I'll second that notion, Gwen.

But I could forgive all that.

I think you'll find that according to etiquette,

How are you going in there, Gwen?

Ooh, yeah. That's good.

Oh, and, er, Jack... yes?

Then I'll have to report you to the governor.

Come on, Gwen. We're not here for a haircut.

If I was 40 years older, you'd be in trouble right now.

That's fine, Pete, but what about me

Apparently he has an uneasy truce with the club.

I know he asked me never to repeat it,

It was unanimous.

How was the bowling, ladies? Fine, thank you.

our economic situation can best be described as. Dire.

What's going on here?

of the bogarra bowls club.

Ida: He's stealing our lunch!

Her name's Nance.

Man: Magnificent!

Buggered if I know.

Complimentary Wheel of cheese?

Eat them. They're our lunch. Would you like one?

thinks he'll get away with this.

This was his last game of bowls.

I really need it. This is a debacle.

I thought it was because it was across the road from your work.

Just get on with it, son.

If you wanted to sleep with me, all you had to do was ask.

what with the passing of time and all.

I wish it was the 1950s too, but it isn't.

How good can he be? He hasn't bowled for 20 years.