Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's the only tournament on the horizon
Why don't we raise the price of beer?
He headbutted him.
I'll have to have another word
It's an open and shut case, wouldn't you say, Jack?
Come on, norm, I've hurt my back.
'Bye, ladies. Gwen: Good on ya, Stan.
And he told his men- this is true, son-
Not a bad little money-spinner, one of these car parks.
Jack: Idiot.
to complete the end.
that it can actually field a team for the final,
It's only been harvested in the last three days.
as of may 30.
Nance: Nice timing, Jack.
Nothing. Relax, Stan, everything's under control.
are in better Nick than yours.
Not the flipper. Yep.
Stapler - never lost a match as skip.
And the best bloody sandwiches I ever ate.
No, I work there 'cause it's across the road from my carpark.
See youse bright and early.
What about Jack Simpson?
Let's go for a roll.
I'm throwing this club a lifeline.
I'd rather put pokie machines in.
What about trifle day?
Commentator: Yes, the gleeson magic
that isn't plied to the eyeballs on drugs.
I'm a member. Have been since '96.
Still in there, boys. Well bowled, skip.
This meeting is for members only.
Big bertie.
Ooh, now let me see.
Yes, I know. Everyone came as the '50s.
I wonder where Stan is.
Commentator: Yes, Simpson surprised us all there.
Effective immediately.
I'd shake your hand,
It's supposed to be for members only.
I'll see what I can do.
You'll notice the finals are at bogarra.
j don't be so
It's in the bag.
There's your permit.
It's a bloody disgrace. Next caller.
You can't bend it both ways, Shane
What's the advantage if you don't bowl?
Good luck finding one
You haven't had a decent root since 1943.
Right? Where do you think the editor of the 'bugle' might be?
That'll be 9:00, gentlemen.
See ya later. Where are you going?
for the making of cheese and biscuits only.
Very complex. What about you? What did you used to do?
Cliffy, ease it through. It's yours.
Come on.
I might want to one day. I'm getting in early.
Give Jack a run for his money.
Man: Do it, Stan.
Bernie: Ladies and gentlemen, Elvis has left the building.
I like cheese.
Obviously that's one option, but...
Albert Jackson?
Every year, len.
The chair does not recognise the speaker.
Get out.
Four-round knockout. Winner takes all.
Sir Francis Drake?
Some people say he lost the game, son.
I don't think we should get too bogged down in the detail.
laments that she never got that recipe
and that infuriated cliff.
I've done the roster and you'll be required to work the bar
I've got a mate called bevan.
Shouldn't even be there.
As for Nance, well, we're still together
There must be someone. Well, I'm blowed if I know.