Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Len: Well done, fellas. We're through to the third round.
Well, I'm still working away down at cityside bowling club.
He'll turn up. I don't think he will.
Well, well, well.
so ho-ohe will see it.
You've got a $1,200 arm. You're out there lairising.
Any other suggestions?
And a deadset knockout in pantaloons.
Right, well... My work here's done.
I think we have a winner.
I told you! He's a bloody genius!
Wow. Nice one.
That was when footy was played on a Saturday arvo.
Who's running it?
This isn't the end of it. I think you'll find it is.
Alright, we can wait. Mmm.
Yeah, right.
Len: Yep, we're off to the semis.
the keys to the kingdom every day.
I still say bowls is a true revealer of character.
Eileen, I did a year and a half of horticulture.
Ladies, this is the best damn trifle I've had bar none.
Man: Nice bowl, mate.
Only need to be one for it not to be unanimous.
on the day before the big game at bogarra?
Who?
What about pennant?
Dave: 27...
Come on, Jack. I've had four parking fines this week.
before we put this story to bed.
that last Saturday after bowls you helped yourself
the great man finished the game before sailing into the channel
which got us out of the woods.
Hello, Stan. Long time no see. What have you come as?
Well, thank you, boys.
You've brought our club to its knees.
Crowd: Oooh...
Put it out wide into the ditch. Nup.
It's a start, Stan.
And the ladies insist we keep the urn.
until 15 minutes after the scheduled start time.
What's that? Raffle tickets.
G'day, Jack.
What do you do for a crust, Jack?
Went through the same thing ourselves.
Why don't I jump in the bath for a few hours and wrinkle up?
I can't be expelled from the club
To tell the truth, I have pulled up a bit sore.
He can talk. He pops those pills like they're maltesers.
at our next general meeting, Eileen.
Ease up, son. We say “use the grass” but that's over the top.
Bullshit. Swear jar, Dave.
Now listen up, old-timer.
Ida: Nobody else can get away with it. Why should he?
Please welcome to the green cliff carout.
Come on.
Norm: Where?
Oh. I's me.
Is that right?
Why? So they let me in.
Swear jar, Nance.
Commentator: It's Julio gleeson!
Stan: Gee. Quaint, isn't it?
This game can't be declared a walkover
What part of 'no' don't you understand, Bernie?
Hang on, hang on, hang on. That's not fair.
Piss off, will ya?
We'll use the fridge in the kitchen, len.
You're full of good suggestions today, mrs Jenkins.
Gwen joined the local rotary club
Welcome back, son.
Stan: Bernie bloody Fowler.
On the mat.
didn't understand the meaning of the word 'defeat'.
I had this idiot on the line going on and on,
Yeah. It's time you learned.
You know him, you love him... Excuse me!
Come on, mrs Jenkins.
your right indicator is still on.
Sorry, ladies, he's taken.
Commentator: Stan coombs now inspecting the head.
See you round, Bernie.
My wife gave birth to our eldest son, Damian.
He's normally keen to pitch in with the sandwiches.
What's a fella have to do around here to get a drink?
Dave, mind the bar for a minute? Sure.
You don't do that with a pelargonium domesticum.
What did you say?
Look, I'm not real happy about it either.
Why have you been paying your fees, Jack?