Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I can't listen to any more of this. - You swore you'd be quiet!
I did. They're over the moon.
Thank you. Thank you.
- Me? - Yes.
- No more! - Leave it on, Dennis!
Once we've done that, we've got a good chance
to create the ravenous market I'm after.
(SCREAMS)
What utter balls, Jonathan.
- BAGLEY: The truth. - Shut up, you dozy scab!
Oh, Mrs Wallace! I didn't know you were here.
The bag may have contained heroin,
I was just getting ready to clear my throat, that's all.
BOIL: Shall I tell you why people buy hydrogen bombs?
If happiness means the whole world
it would have some sort of therapeutic effect.
(WHIRRING)
Do you think I'm going mad, Julia?
I want to make them fashionable.
and tell me what you see.
and I was very like you, Bagley.
I'm likely to turn up here and burn this dump to the ground.
And I'm not talking about atom bombs, darling.
So here we are again with our diet.
- Hold them, Sheila. - So don't tell me I'm being irrational.
Stop saying "the you-know-what".
My grandfather was caught molesting a wallaby in a private zoo in 1919.
Because I'm the man who's taken the stench out of everything but shit.
You're going to need a condom, and quick!
- I can't stand it any more. - How do you think I feel about it?
Just see Bristol and come home.
they were on the phone this morning, threatening to pull the account.
Any other part of the human body, I'll sell it something.
(CLOCK CHIMING)
- Where is he? - Upstairs.
You know what this does to me, reliving this nightmare?
And, under the circumstances, I'm surprised you get to sleep at all.
Dick, dick, dick, dick, dick.
Do you think women like filling their bodies with chemicals?
You can't harm me, you miserable little bit of garbage.
We can't talk here. Come and have a drink.
- Thanks for the cigarette, Mrs Wallace. - I thought you'd given up.
And please put that cigarette out. That's three in ten minutes.
You know, just a storyboard or some roughs,
But I'm going to argue about it. I'm going to shout about it!
- We humour him, discreetly. - Not exactly, Penny.
MAN: Cut! Cut! One more, boys. Get it right.
it must be appreciated from the beginning
because you're frightened of what you might see?
Aagh!
I've washed it, dried it, poked it,
but we're not blind, we've got our eyes open.
Jesus Christ! What do you think you're doing?
my mind slips into a sort of dreadful, oily neutral.
They don't like it. I personally abhor it.
Constantly! I've got a talking boil on my neck!
"but we do try.
No. I'm not afraid of him. I'm one of the few who really understands him.
- And how are you gonna do that? - By glamorising boils.
- What? - I can't go into it now, but he's manic.
And the instant she does, the guilt cuts in.
"Nobody cares as much about your skin as you do,
In which case, it might well be difficult to persuade him a psychiatrist could help.
traditionally known as the British sausage.
Yes, I was about to say, I notice Penny's gone carnivorous.
God in heaven!
WOMAN: I think men should bleed.
I'd completely forgotten what a terrible time it's been for you.
because you've projected some of you into it.
I'm getting nowhere. Zero.
Everything will be all right. You've had these sort of problems many times before.
and fucks no more than 4.2 times a month.
No. I don't show work in progress.
I'm going through everything in the house and isolating items of genuine worth.
No, don't! Don't lance the wrong...
By God, I will!
- I have, darling. - What's it doing?
- ♪ I am without my love ♪ - (RAUCOUS LAUGHTER)
(WHISTLES TUNELESSLY) promise
And that's exactly how I'm telling you.
This isn't a dream. It's reality.
Yeah, but I'd forgotten what a nightmare you are.
How did you find out about my grandfather?
BAGLEY: Julia! Julia!
He says he knows you're avoiding him and he says he insists on a time to see you.
- You're wearing Le De. Givenchy. - Oh!
A pot of soup would be for the few.
The other 50 percent is about offering to solve it.
What you mean is you want me to have a look at it. No.
- Oh, no! - Oh, yes.
Because this poor, sick creature with a box on his head was me.
How?
Vile. I'm glad I've given up.
- No. He died before I was born. - Do you sympathise with him?
It's extraordinary how much steam comes off hot peas, isn't it?
- Julia seems terribly tense. - Surprised? It's him.
♪ Talkin' about my generation
I don't know. I don't know!
The World Is In Danger, Julia. The Greed Is Out Of Control.
- Seven years. - Congratulations.
BAGLEY: You're talking to the wrong head!
To me, this represents everything that is wrong
Don't think the bandages might be a bit on the tight side, Bagley?