Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Just, ooh, try not to fuck anyone else.

Where's the rum? Get the rum, make a cocktail.

She just texted, saying, "Professor Jones has her whip ready."

Jez, I've got to make a move.

'How? Fire? Use a lighter to start a little fire in the hall?'

Well, why don't you come on your own? It's not like you're chained together.

But the wounds are still there.

I couldn't help noticing that your book's co-written.

My boyfriend is fucking my life coach. No, Megan.

'Am I betraying Joe or Megan more?

'Yeah! Lock him out!'

'Don't blink, don't blink.' Hi, Mark.

Oh, everything was all right when you were humping two people,

Er, yes. That's s-something I'm doing.

Good to see you.

And don't talk about upsetting shit.

They're cool. Yeah?

No! I was actually ostracised by

I don't fit in to your tiny little boxes.

The thing about sex with a guy,

'Oh, Angus. You just can't seem to say the right thing, you lovely arsehole.'

It'll start with half an hour of adverts

Corfu? Er, it's nothing.

Yes? 'Yep, let's sit here, me and my make-up,

OK, I mean, this is very exciting,

Wow, this is, um... It's Moroccan. I love it.

Maggie's just a nickname.

# I'm not sick, but I'm not well

How old are these? I don't know. They're always good,

'I like him loads, but I'm her life coach.

HE SIGHS Although I would recommend

let's say you had a Wikipedia page, which obviously you don't,

freakshow sideshow at the shitshow

If you're comparing Hitler and Jesus, I'm afraid I'm out.

Good idea. I'll just go and see where the other guests have got to.