Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You learn us dancing, I'll learn you the rest.
It's not straight, Lomps.
Haven't got any mates.
Now, back to the music. Here's another disco classic from the 70s.
Is he in?
Yeah, well...
They were together in the paper.
Our money. Nathan's. You know, for definite this time.
It don't matter. Bye.
All I want to do is get you in a straight bloody line!
And we go back further than I care to remember.
Nathan!
"Not so bad"?
Is Barry with her?
- That should keep it well in order. - Like what?
Lomper here is Tony Adams, right?
Nathe.
And who's gonna come and see your mates?
- Are you all right, kid? - You bastard!
Hello, Boys.
- All right, kid? - Hiya!
I bet even Madonna has difficulty with her shoes.
Full Monty solved it
I'm 'ere, working! Earning! That's where.
Nathe...
Do you mind, you!
Don't be so bloody daft. We were just saying...
Off, off, off!
- Get her out of there. - It's women only.
Tell you what. Next weekend I'll have a big tidy round. I promise!
It's the Arsenal offside trap, isn't it?
Well, no. The thing is, Mand, you have to speculate to accumulate, in business.
And this has been going on how long?
Me, Dave.
What do you reckon, Dave? Eight? Maybe even a nine.
I were on me way up! I am on me way up!
- What walking-up-wall thing? - I'll show you.
Anti-wrinkle cream.
I don't bloody know, do I? But it is.
Yeah, I know what I am, so don't take the piss.
It's all to fucking cock. I'm his dad, and you...
Now are in in or are you out
When he's rehearsing.
It had to be my... job!
Bollocks to your personality! This is what they're looking at.
You know, love, I think they just might be.
Bloody hell!
Ever seen a zebra brought down by a pack of wolves?
You're always ahead there.
No, no, my chuffing pleasure!
If I give you t'club for nowt and you don't turn up,
Ah, who'd have ruddy thought it, eh?
Yeah, don't remind me.
Come down job club. That'll be a right laugh.
And you... go forward, OK?
Taking us kit off.
Well, this is an emergency, is this.
This is no place for kids.
- Aye. - Aye.
You've got some fit birds in there.
No, your... Your secret's safe with me.
No, no, no! Jesus Christ!
Gary the lad! What are you up to, then, shifty?
Bastard!
He's fine. We've not been charged or owt.
There's nothing I can do to help you.
Oh, aye! Jiggling about in the buff. Therapy!
He can hear all right.
Now get out there and do your stuff.
His mum died two days ago.
Park your sequins over 'ere.
- "Marching With Hepworth"? - Jesus Christ!