Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Whoa, yeah. You little beauty!
Well bowled, cliffy boy!
Albert David Jackson.
Cheers.
Either trail the Jack or a resting toucher to win.
He just wants to make sure he's in tip-top shape
Woman on radio: It's alright for youse
Yeah, good luck.
but I've been dining out on the headbutting story.
set to go ahead following the failure of crisis talks
Commentator: Oh, yes. Yes, that's classic alcock.
all me:
If you've got somewhere cool to store it, you're laughing.
Len Johnson -
This is a really great game.
But I will say this...
Edgar: How about a raffle?
Oh, not you too.
You've got a hide, turning up here.
Lovely club. Huge fan of the club.
telling me I have to bowl this Saturday
Poor bugger's in st Vincent's.
Julio gleeson, the 'Latin lothario' of the game.
Ida, you make us proud, now.
Victory will be all the sweeter, then.
Norm: Could not drive a nail through a piece of wood, Edgar.
Ladies and gentlemen, the queen.
But if you can't handle the heat, get out of the kitchen.
I see cityside's back in the tournament, no thanks to you.
Ah, give me a break. I'm a busy fella.
Newsreader: Tomorrow's transport strike
Let's stick it right up 'em!
Cleaned up the kitchen?
The wheel of cheese.
You can't pretend, len, to have everyone on your side
the most formidable team in this competition.
Sorry to muck you about, but I'm afraid we're looking for
Jack. I'm going to bowl the flipper.
the Jack Simpson who's a member of this club.
Eileen is still the lady president,
We gotta win this thing.
The sad thing is you're a natural. I can see that.
and took ownership of the call.
Just wondering what the hell you're up to, that's all.
Well, our ruling is, someone else should re=bowl it.
I'm Eileen - the lady president.
Not that there's anything wrong with that, Eileen.
Dave: Nice one, Jack.
That prick's been after our club for years.
Better now I've got fuel in the tank.
Eileen: Good on you, norm. Dave: Well done.
That is incredible.
which, I believe, is in 10 days time.
Good for you. Must have fond memories?
Oh, it's gonna be a short end, fellas.
Hey, get back to work, buddy.
You're a bloody disgrace.
Commentator: Now the two skips moving to the mat
You'll come round - you've got to.
we beat Brandy creek 21 to18.
Congratulations to the fundraising committee, Eileen.
“from premises leased from the crown.
Hey, take it easy, mate.
Mate, if you have to ask you probably can't afford it.
Everything's worked out, I suppose.
Commentator: Ladies and gentlemen, here they are,
I'm afraid it grieves me sorely
I had you pegged as the sort of bloke
You're a class act.
Oh, they have their reasons.
Why don't you ask that nice, young bloke
Better all be here!
Frankston was a holiday resort.
We can't afford to. We haven't got any money.
Herbs? Sounds fancy.
jand il... j
Stan!
Until that time no-one can say we can't field a team.
Edgar: Look, there's a teapot.
Smoke like a chimney,
Oh, why's that? This whole restraining order.
Well... it was the only time I ever met him.
We've been approached again by that advertising mob
Yeah, right. Very civilised, actually.
And Edward inchley, the 'dapper gent' of the game...
'Cause I used your real name. What?
Alright, alright!
No, I don't eat pumpkin. It makes me spew.
Bernie Fowler.
Dave: Hey, daddy-o!
and often, when she's working back late at night,
Yeah. Let you know if anything changes.
Woman: Good.
He's only hanging around so he can hold onto his car park.
Good stuff.
with our friend mr Simpson, won't I?