Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If you tell me what you're up to, it might help.

I don't know what you're worrying about, with you-know-who on your tail.

- Driving where? - Just driving.

No, no. Just a couple of old tarts. I'm going back in for Nathe.

We're live, and for one night only

If we can't get us kit off in front of ourselves,

I tell you, there's summat up wi' that kid.

Dad! Dad, don't.

Well, no wonder.

'Ey, Gerry, mate...

- All right, lads? - All right, Gaz?

Look, I'll help' all right? I'm running, aren't I?

I should have guessed when you started wearing totty lotion.

Put that back. Put it back!

Just listen, will you? It's nowt to do with any fucking women!

Dancers have coordination, skill,

three. Now the shoes,

The less I eat, the fatter I get.

Ah! I thought I clocked you!

They are now, mate.

Come on, Dave. Don't stop now.

Is that all right?

How can I tell her after six months?

Thanks to steel,

What did you tell him for, anyroad? The kid's a nutter.

We're going now.

You're always bloody behind, more like.

We stuck it with superglue.

It's not their bodies, Bee. It's what they do with 'em.

- I wish you'd be firmer, Gerald. - Oh, well. Mustn't be late.

True love Truly

I'm not a chicken drumstick, Gerald.

That would be worth ten quid!

Because you're fat and he's thin, and you're both fucking ugly.

All right, then.

- Give us a pear drop, you. - They're not paid for.

I never had you down for this sort of caper, David.

I believe in miracles

Car. Television.

£4.99, special offer. We're still a fucking fiver short.

Come on, come on! One, two!

- You know I haven't, Dave. - But...

'Ey, cop a load of that.

God, is there anyone I don't get bollocked by?

So, it's Mr. Horse.

Have to make an appointment.

And it's good times for the city's housing, too!

- I've heard of that. - Clingfilm?

All right, kid.