Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- My willy! - A laughing stock. Totally!
- How? - Genetic mutations.
to the stainless cutlery for your dining table.
It were me first interview in months!
I'm sorry.
Alan, announce it, please.
OK, ladies and gents... and you buggers up the back there!
Haven't brought me trunks, have I?
So this is your great money-making enterprise? Pornography?
- Hang on, I can't... - Carry on!
Even a fat bastard like me?
Oh, hello.
What we're asking, Gerald, is...
Come on, mate.
So your daddy dances in from of you?
Hey! Example for you there!
Yeah. Like one of them bungeejumps, only without the bungee bit.
what chance have we got in front of lasses?
It were terrible, Dave. I were there
He can't hear you through your... triple bloody glazing.
If you won't dance, you can do something useful.
we may not be pretty, we may not be right good,
Gaz said he wanted something a bit flashy.
- See you there, then. - Ta-ra.
I can't, kid.
Nigguh
I said, "There's nowt as queer as folk"!
I hope she dances better than she welds!
I think she's got nice tits.
Be quiet! Me mum'll hear.
Oh, mother!
Besides, it's a funeral.
He's got no willy, for starters.
But six months! Six bloody months!
Shut up. I'm thinking.
- Off to the office, Torvill? - Yes, I bloody am!
...all sorts of problems for drivers on the Pennines.
They won't say nowt about your personality.
David... I don't care if they're black, white, or bloody rainbow-colored.
"Slaidburn."
Well, us mates are better.
That's different. We're... blokes.
Here... lads.
Can't we leave us G-strings on, Gaz?
- Not thinking of joining our class? - Funny you should mention it...
Nathe!
Since you came along
Yes, Yorkshire folk know how to have a good time!
Just Jean, innit?
Dave.
Don't ever call me a fat bastard, all right?
Nothing.
By 'eck!
Obsolete. Dinosaurs.
- Are you ready? - Ready when you are.
No, it's liberating, love. Liberating.
We're not doing this for a laugh, you know.
- Good evening, shoppers... - Dave!
Frisk.
'Course you do... Don't you?
Hello, Guy.
Jeanie,
Ten years we worked in here. Now look.
Just for a change, Ella. Ella?
"Won't take a minute," he says.
Dave...
with all these pretty lassies around in bikinis!
Goodnight, Gary.
Any bugger looks like scoring,
They're trying to stop us, you see.
Anti-wrinkle cream there may be, but anti-fat-bastard cream, there is none.
Well, you bloody well can't.
Christ al-bloody-mighty!
There's the bump.
Aye, and it says job club up there. When did you last see one of them walk in?
Think of that? In front of 400 women!
if you were ont' lookout for a new fella, right?
Degrading, that's what it were.
- Get a job! I'll gi' you a job! - £2.50 an hour in Black Hole of Calcutta!