Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She wouldn't let him come. Said it were women only.

Give it a go at that.

- Says who? - Read the lawyer's letter, why don't you?

Cigarette me, for fucks sake.

I don't like Chinese.

Thousands. Baying for blood.

All right, sweethearts?

Nah. Sorry, lads.

Well, that makes sense.

Don't be late for job club, lads.

- Barrington Mitchell. - Barrington?

I never said owt about her personality. She's probably quite nice.

- Gary! Don't! - Is he in?

It's like Bonfire Night. Too much acetylene.

- We can go get 'em. Can't we, Mum? - I can't, love.

"The Floral Dance."

Gaz! That were our Jean, weren't it?

I won't have to look at your ugly mugs again.

Well, stick it on, Nathe. Do your worst, pal.

but we're here.

I mean, he must be 50 if he's a day.

Bit of this, bit of that, bit of the other.

You know what this means, Dave?

- We'll get torn to pieces! - You will if you don't go on!

Frisk, Hi! Lo, Frisk. Hughes.

Where's your pride?

I'm not sure I'm hearing this.

- She's out from. - Is she?

- Where's me rice? - Try the cylinder head... tubby.

- Fucking hell! - Come 'ere, come 'ere!

Right touchline, three, four.

Any problems, I'm outside.

I were ont' floor with Gaz. Him up the road.

You know what. If you want joint custody, you pay your share.

Can I have a word? In private, like.

Give us a break!

No, we better hadn't.

Have you done any work, paid or unpaid, over the last fortnight?

- Horse by name, horse by nature, eh? - Oh, shut it, you!

Oh, fucking hell, Nathe!

Button it! Some of us are trying to get a job.

- Don't you start an' all. - How much you got, then?

We're not needed no more, are we?

Why did you run off like that?

Of course you don't! You've got a hangover. Take a day off. Stay at home.

Pigeon chested tosser