Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Oh, God in heaven! - (COUGHS)

Could be important.

Is he? Julia out shopping?

but honestly, I assure you of its necessity.

Your very own Big Brother.

If I had known we were having dinner, I'd never have suggested lunch.

it's just grown a hair.

I'm gonna collect something from my office.

The word is "may".

"You could smile again with confidence.

that doesn't fit into the preconceived patterns men like you dictate.

- Come on, Julia. Come and dance. - ♪ Now laughing friends deride ♪

I believed in it, and I sat back like some gagged little idiot while they buggered it.

Because it's written up in the kitchen.

This cursed pimple cream has got on top of you.

- (BOIL GROANING) - Oh, my God! Aah!

"because I know it works.

If a boil pops up, force yourself to think of something else.

- Like you're doing the vacuum cleaner? - That's right.

Thank you. It's a Meilleur, made in India.

He's a very light sleeper.

- Oh, my God! - (BOIL GRUMBLING)

I'll give them anything and everything they want!

You'll probably have to go along with him.

♪ Talkin' about my generation

I wouldn't have thought anyone was arguing about that.

and as soon as you've had a proper rest, it'll go away.

- And that's it? - No.

Don't turn off, darling. 60 seconds, and I'll be back.

"Does" is the word we want to hear.

So would tinned spaghetti and baked beans with six frankfurters.

I've lived with 13 and a half million housewives for 15 years.

They're entitled to one of four important new ingredients.

Who's gonna tell me about it, then?

Who are we trying to sell this to?

Yeah, yeah, I know he has. Forget the problems.

By Christ, while I've got air in my body, they're going to get it!

Doesn't matter what it is. The environment, hospitals, crime...

♪ Talkin' about my generation

Yes, fancy France? Paris in the springtime?

Oh, for God's sake, let's not have a row.

- (WHISTLING TUNELESSLY) - Promise?

At least, a part of you.

So busy thinking of the stress I was under,

"Mother Nature -

Why do you keep calling him him? It's you!

It said Dennis wasn't my husband. It said it was.

except in slow revolutions towards the crest of the next slag heap.

and telling you what to do?

I'm not going to make a speech. I'd just like to thank you all for coming

And secondly, we must reduce your punishing conscience

BAGLEY: Julia. Please don't scream or pull away.

- Glamorise them? - That's right.

but the chances are 100 to one certain that it didn't.

You were dreaming. You dreamt you woke up and went to the bathroom.

(SLIDE PROJECTOR WHIRRING)

(IRISH ACCENT) I suppose young girls was involved?

I was brought up to believe in that, and so should you, but you don't.

- Who's Filthy Harry? - You know, Harry Wax. Creative.

You never had a boil before in your life.

- I've never seen him on such good form. - Absolutely. He's fine.

What I'm telling you is that I tried to quit too,

In my opinion, it should be lanced instantly.

(YELLS) What do you want!

That you'll keep quiet while you're smoking it.

I want to give them the choice of something better.

What you need is a taut slob,

Ever since Dennis came out of hospital,

Lot more likely than what you say.

All right, then, what about a large turnip?

It's turning truth inside out and upside down.

I tell you, Penny, I'm still waiting to scream about it.

If I was you, Julia, I'd turn this off.

I'm not in the mood for that mob.

- BOIL: Lovely. - Thought you'd change your mind.

Oh, no, not yet, you unwholesome pustule.

The bastards are killing 100,000 a year.

Large boils, small boils, fast eruptors. They're incurable, all of them.

- Tell him I'm out again. - He says he knows you're not.

and a little town called Aqaba.

turning the whole world into a car park.

Are you there, Julia?

- It's only going to upset you. - You see what a nightmare I'm in.

Dennis doesn't even have a briefcase. He loathes them.

And because we have her on a diet,

He had an operation. Went weird in the bed department.

- What do you mean? - Sex. Hello, Basil.

he's been peculiar, sexually.

Don't know yet. Right now we're stuck with "Filthy Harry's Final Solution".

to have access to the good things in life.

I estimate that as the very minimum we need

All right. Reason one.

♪ Things they do look awful cold

There'd be no aerosols. Detergents would vanish.

It's finished. Just a fine-tune. I'll be through over the weekend.

Don't worry. We'll sort it out.

OK, one o'clock.

15 years ago, I was out there on the floor where you are now,

All right, then. The boil.