Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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