Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They put Velcro down the side, and then...
I never even hold hands with ruddy lassies.
Bastard!
She's out there now, ont' High Street, spending!
We're not making the biggest arses of ourselves in the known universe,
- Gareth. - We're on.
Wife thrown me out.
- You could've had me eye out! - Sorry.
Three, four. Now the belt,
I just can't. Sorry.
You're not still on about this Chippendales malarkey, are you?
Dad!
A woman who wants to go skiing for us holidays!
Besides, it's good whatsitsname for the lad... Therapy.
Drowning. Now there's a way to go.
"Not so bad"? That's not much of a chuffing SOS!
So?
No, it won't. Nathan's yours and mine. He's fuck-all to do with him!
Your house is messy. And it's cold.
Don't be daft! We're getting your money.
I've always wanted to meet your mum.
Well done, Gerald. All the best.
I just can't. All right?
Jean'll throw an eppy! She's only over there!
He's not bad for a bastard, is he?
No, thanks. The kids are outside.
- Don't they, lads? - The full monty? You lot?
You said so. I believe you.
We were dancing all right then, an' all.
I do try!
Even go and see a footie game.
Me and Gaz and...
Anyway, it's not your mum's house. It's whatshisname... Barry's.
He's got a car. Somewhere to practice.
- What do you know about welding? - More than some chuffing woman!
Come on. Get in quick, and wipe your boots.
- Just don't tell your mum. - Hey, listen.
We're on in three days' time! Where the fuck are you?
Spending!!!
I should take that security-guard job at Asda.
Frank don't fancy me and I don't fancy Frank, right? So give over!
Welcome to Sheffield!
I could do the job standing on me head.
A mate of Linda's had this plastic stuff put on her at this health club.
- Still think you're a good father? - He is trying.
Which is precisely why it's 100 quid up front. Half-price.
and I've kept meself...
Could you borrow us a jacket for t'funeral?
Have you been actively seeking work over the last fortnight?
Shit! I'll give the money back.
Fat, David, is a feminist issue.
I do.
'Ey! Lomper!
No.
I thought you'd gone.
our school took us for... for swimming lessons.
It's what them Chippendales do.
I tell you, when women start pissing like us, that's it.