Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Naughty, unreliable guests.
'Blink impulse off the scale and drink disgusting.'
To be honest, er, I've never really got it about Jesus.
I transferred from Coventry, then I transferred back again.
It's just... Megan.
You should've. It was great.
This is what real friends are for.
Thanks, but I don't own a CD player.
Well, then, yeah, I mean, I guess it's up to Joe.
Oh, for fuck's sake!
Do you think? Absolutely.
Right, then, hold still. Come on, Mark.
Oh, my God! 'Urgh, lid scour.'
Right. God. And...
um...according to the guidelines.
That she hates. Are you wearing eyeshadow, Mark?
'Unlike the rest of the meal.' Cocktail?
At least I tell you when I'm breaking a promise.
'Just got to keep my eyes firmly open.
You're sleeping with Joe regularly now.
I haven't even finished pureeing the chickpeas!
Ridiculously short notice, I know, but...
You're humping them both? To be honest, it's getting quite tiring.
I'm just going to mix it all together.
April... I was just explaining.
Right. Why not? The point is,
who got my joke about Indiana Jones!
Jeremy, did you use permanent marker?
Good idea. Although...
a dream sort of setup. Well, I do all the PR.
'Always rely on Jez for a chuckle. I'll show them.'
Yes. Date mix-up.
So, you two are writing a book together?
One. Right.
stop actually rubbing my hands
So this is your secret identity.
'Good. It's like Who's Pasta Is It Anyway, yeah?'
Um... "On no two consecutive nights shall..." Et cetera, et cetera.
but that was about it, as I recall.
'Such as...cheesy pasta.'
'Yeah, let's go for a totally normal Saturday night three-person run.'
..like, smoke? Um... No. No?
'An Indiana Jones reference mixed with a Ghostbusters reference! I love you,
What the hell are you doing?
31st January 23:59