Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm trying to get some brass together
Blimey...
All right, don't get a benny on.
Come on, put your hands together
Hurry up, will you? Me feet have gone numb.
You're not very keen, are you?
"Won't take a minute." Now what?
- Come on, Dave. - No.
and workshops employ some 90,000 men
That, gentlemen, is what we are looking for.
What's your initiative got to say about this, then, bog eyes?
- What can you do? - Who the hell-fire's that?
She don't think so.
You should have taken your kit off.
Sorry.
How about it, Dave?
Our old dinner lady's ont' front row!
Right. I need someone int' packing section.
And I tell you,
Didn't you work at Harrisons afore it shut down?
I'm Donald O'Connor, right?
Aye, but they don't give you a hard-on, though, do they?
I'd run you down soon as look at you.
standing at t'side of t'pool in me trunks
- What are you doing? - What does it look like?
Just wanna know about dancing.
Now, I'm busy.
Gerald? Go get chuffed!
- Put down and piss off. - Fucking hell!
Me breakdancing days are probably over.
Anti-wrinkle cream there may be, but anti-fat-bastard cream, there is none.
One more time, Gerald.
Cam you just leave me alone?
Come on, Dad.
A Dire Straits double album.
Give over, it's only a poster.
All right. Two weeks.
- Well, you said dancing. - It were a great idea, kid.
- They wouldn't. - Why not? He said her tits are too big.
You're all right, Reg. There's some tea if you like.
Hang on, though.
- Put that back. You'll break it. - I'm just looking.
- But I do the funky chicken. - Now you're talking!
Nah. Tits are too big.
Dad, I'm hungry.
You know where to find me when you tire of them poofs.
Right, then.
That's not what I've heard.
He's fine. We've not gotten it charged before.
- Get rid of him. - You'll be fine.
I've got an empty bar on a Friday night.
What am I gonna do about this?
Yeah. I suppose so.
Ah, come in, Torvill.
In Bitcoin
'Ey up, there's someone coming.
The city's rolling mills, forges,
You're just like the rest of us.
How? You know...
All I need is 700 quid and they've got nowt on me.
We may not be young,
- All right, love? - Hi, Mum.
Keep up, you fat bastard!
You're in big trouble.
She'd have to be to put up with this kind of shit!
- You can't dance. - We know, Gerald.
It's different for me! I've got a standard of living! Responsibilities!
- Better? How's that, then? - Well...
I think there's been a mistake. We'll check with the office.
Well, like I say, get some new ones when you can.
Women only! It's on all t'posters, for fuck's sake.
That's the wall.
- Bugger off. - Where have you bloody been?
Ah, well. There's nowt as queer as folk.