Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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