Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You...!
For Christ's sake, we're looking for dancing.
- Kept hold of your chips, though. - House repossessed.
- Yeah, right. That all? - Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
It's about Lomper.
- Jean? - Or this?
Cheeky buggers! It's a bloody working-men's club!
Dave.
What's the matter, big man?
- Have you got some time off? - Nah.
Well, no looking. And no laughing, you bastards.
Nathan.
- How come you're so brown? - No reason.
Starting at £16,000, plus the pension scheme.
Cheers, Nathe.
- Come on, we just need some help. - Sorry.
Mum's house is always warm.
I thought you were turning me into a fancy dancer.
Ask him why he's called the Horse.
You're worth more than that.
Gerald, come on, mate. Just an hour!
Except I'm your dad.
That's all. Just tonight.
Fucking hell! You'll let some poof wave his tackle at your missis?
Oh, right! She's one of Gaz's little tans, is she?
What do I have to do?
busy, you know.
Strippers?
Sheffield really is a city on the move!
Jesus! Stay still.
Hope you don't think I'm being nosy, but... what do you do?
You nutter.
What color?
Them dancers. Mum were going on about it.
Horse, go out and tell 'em there's a delay.
Orange.
Walter has some wrong keys, Andre.
- Just advertising for some mates. - Oh, aye.
And your live-in lovers gonna do that?
timing, fitness and grace.
You heard 'em. We've gotta give them more than your average ten-bob stripper.
One, two, three, four.
She's already got you hoovering! I saw it and I let it go!
All right.
- What? - You stay still!
You know I cant stretch to that.
What did I tell you? She's nifty on her pins.
you can maybe put it next to... wishing well.
Sorry...
Nothing's happening, you know what I mean? Nothings getting bigger.
- You didn't get it, then? - Get out the way! Come 'ere!
All right! I'll... I'll get tickets! I will!
- I've sold 200-odd tickets! - How many?
- What are they doing? - It's the works band. It's still going.
It's marvelous, this.
Yeah, well a lot - a very lot.
Listen. If we're doing this, then just this once,
My favorite film's "Singing Int' Rain". That walking-up-wall thing is ace!
Dave, mate.
No, Gerald. I've never liked 'em.
You're always ahead there
They're just messing, Dave.