Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He'd tell every bugger! We'd be laughed out of Sheffield.
No? Well, maybe there's a part missing.
I did his bathroom.
Dave?
or browsing in the shops.
Right, then. I'll wait 'ere and keep guard.
How's it going, then?
So... you don't sing?
Nathan!
- No! - Well, then?
We're going swimming, Dad. Do you wanna come?
Hell-fire! That would be worth a look!
But you don't want to listen to what I say.
I like you.
Yeah.
What's that pasty-faced chuff er want?
It's better than that in the film, you know.
You call them Chippendales men?
- Keep your hair on. - No way. No and never. In that order, kid.
All is revealed. I'll sew 'em back up.
Yeah.
You've got an innocent face. I've got serial killer written on mine.
You said you wanted a dance teacher.
You know' boys...
Yesterday's news.
You're joking! You're bloody famous!
What are you doing? They're borrowed!
I can't swim.
You got the rest of your fucking life to wear a suit!
Yeah!
and he's a pigeon-chested little tosser."
No, I can't speak up.
You don't give a toss! You're kids!
When you're 18, you can walk in and get it yourself.
It's Flashdance, Dave. She's a welder.
Well, if it's all there, how come it's not working?
It's Beryl.
Driving.
It's not too bad.
- Monday. - When are we on?
- Fancy a kick-about int' park? - Yeah.
in the city's numerous nightclubs and discotheques.
Now, are you in... or are you out?
Oh, Dave, what's going on?
Gaz...!
When I were about 12,
Bit of this, bit of that, bit of the other.
Well, look at me.
Didn't know they would be.
I dunno, Gaz. Jean reckons...
I'll get you it all. I just need a tiny bit.
- You're all right, love. It's sorted. - It's my money!
Just not the right sort of dancing.
- Go on. - Oh, yeah.
or do it and just maybe get rich.
But I'm taking nowt off. Final.
Do they?
Victorian slums have been cleared to make way for the homes of the future.
'Course we'll turn up! I haven't got 100 quid!
I hope they're sale or return.
Like skateboards.
Gary, my friend,
- Did you check the whole top end? - Yeah!
Poor lad. Sorry.
- They are, aren't they, Gerald? - Oh, pack it in!
All right, all right.
Now what?
- All right, kid? - Yeah, fine. Hi, Mum.
Haven't you grown out of all that yet?
No bloody wonder.
Oh, you're joking! She must be getting desperate.
Good.
All the blokes from t'pub are in there.
Wear it So here
Which is good cos you're a bastard.
Right, come on, you lot!
I reckon summat's going on with her and that bloke.
Perfect.