Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

which got us out of the woods.

What do you do for a crust, Jack?

Ladies, this is the best damn trifle I've had bar none.

What's a fella have to do around here to get a drink?

the great man finished the game before sailing into the channel

Went through the same thing ourselves.

Who's running it?

Ida: Nobody else can get away with it. Why should he?

To tell the truth, I have pulled up a bit sore.

Well, well, well.

didn't understand the meaning of the word 'defeat'.

so ho-ohe will see it.

Come on, Jack. I've had four parking fines this week.

at our next general meeting, Eileen.

I still say bowls is a true revealer of character.

You've got a $1,200 arm. You're out there lairising.

Right, well... My work here's done.

And a deadset knockout in pantaloons.

You've brought our club to its knees.

Look, I'm not real happy about it either.

Ease up, son. We say “use the grass” but that's over the top.

Len: Well done, fellas. We're through to the third round.

What did you say?

I think we have a winner.

Any other suggestions?

He can talk. He pops those pills like they're maltesers.

That was when footy was played on a Saturday arvo.

Commentator: Stan coombs now inspecting the head.

I told you! He's a bloody genius!

This isn't the end of it. I think you'll find it is.

Len: Yep, we're off to the semis.

What part of 'no' don't you understand, Bernie?

Put it out wide into the ditch. Nup.

before we put this story to bed.

Gwen joined the local rotary club

Why have you been paying your fees, Jack?

I can't be expelled from the club

Why don't I jump in the bath for a few hours and wrinkle up?

Stan: Bernie bloody Fowler.

Piss off, will ya?

I had this idiot on the line going on and on,

Come on, mrs Jenkins.

Well, I'm still working away down at cityside bowling club.

You're full of good suggestions today, mrs Jenkins.

He'll turn up. I don't think he will.

Welcome back, son.

Dave, mind the bar for a minute? Sure.

the keys to the kingdom every day.

Stan: Gee. Quaint, isn't it?

You know him, you love him... Excuse me!

your right indicator is still on.

It's a start, Stan.

Why? So they let me in.

Swear jar, Nance.

What about pennant?

Alright, we can wait. Mmm.

My wife gave birth to our eldest son, Damian.

Commentator: It's Julio gleeson!

Hang on, hang on, hang on. That's not fair.

Please welcome to the green cliff carout.

What's that? Raffle tickets.

Hello, Stan. Long time no see. What have you come as?

Eileen, I did a year and a half of horticulture.

Only need to be one for it not to be unanimous.

Now listen up, old-timer.

Sorry, ladies, he's taken.

Well, thank you, boys.

And the ladies insist we keep the urn.

This game can't be declared a walkover

that last Saturday after bowls you helped yourself

Man: Nice bowl, mate.

until 15 minutes after the scheduled start time.

Bullshit. Swear jar, Dave.

You don't do that with a pelargonium domesticum.

He's normally keen to pitch in with the sandwiches.

See you round, Bernie.

on the day before the big game at bogarra?

We'll use the fridge in the kitchen, len.

Yeah. It's time you learned.