Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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