Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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