Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My money? Nathan's money!
- I'm not stripping. - They're taking him away.
Come on, Mr. Security Guard. Do your job.
Show us your pecs!
- See? - A bit late for that.
- Gaz, niner on its way. - Why do you think we're trailing you?
Come on, Al, it's me!
Oh, aye. I can just see him doing all that twizzling-about bollocks.
I'm going nowhere near the fucking stage! It's suicide! That's what it is! Suicide!
Dunno, really.
Security guard in 'ere? No wonder he wants to kill himself.
I were a stripper, right?
I got...
- You all waiting for me, then? - Yeah! To go home.
From the front, like.
Oi, Nathe! We have a laugh, don't we?
- What did you do? - I jumped into t'deep end.
They're turning into us.
I'd like to take my money out, please.
Ask Smiler in there! No charge!
Me niece!
I can't. it's top-secret.
We do.
About only thing round here that is.
Yeah.
Gerald Arthur Cooper.
- Oh, shit. - Oh, nice one.
End of chat.
- Widgers on parade! Bring a microscope! - I don't see why the chuff not!
- OK. - All right, Nathan.
Ah, love.
They've got great bodies and that.
It’s flashdance Dave She’s a welder
What have you got to smile about?
OK!
And it says no smoking in 'ere.
- You were rather good. Nifty footwork. - Gerald!
All this is built on Sheffield's primary industry, steel.
It's her money, innit?
You think your own dad's a dickhead.
- Just once. - Yes!
so as you and me can keep seeing each other.
There is... this.
See that? Interview. In the bloody bag. Mate from Harrisons.
How can I read the instructions? There wasn't any.
I'm married 10 you. Remember?
Hey, what's this?
You shouldn't be here.
It's more than a thought.
See you, kid!
He's dead, that's what he is.
You do?
This lot go all the way.
- You said you'd get it back. - I know!
Stand in the middle of froad and get a mate to drive smack into you right fast.
I thought you liked them.
I think I'm gonna be sick.
- You said it were just your mum. - It's family.
That's gratitude for you! We're riding into Alley of Death for you, you fat git.
These nature films. Aren't they marvelous?
- Are we right? - Right for what?
- You don't dance? - No.
Where's Dave?
Oui!
The beating heart of Britain's industrial North!
Think any of them could dance?
From high-tensile girders
Aye, it's a thought.
- All right? - Yeah.
- Do you reckon? - 'Course!
By closing time, every bugger in Sheffield will know it's us whether we do it or not.
Yeah. And?
Bring 'em in.