Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If you uncover the culprit, refer them to me.
Keep your histrionics to yourself and hurry up about it.
Yes, we should be. Please. We're going now.
I'm sorry I can't help you keep Downton, Robert.
♪ That you love me too
Carson, clear the table. You go down to the larders,
Alfred, hurry up. I need you to take round the claret.
Well, first we like to send them away, to rest.
Lady Mary knows that as well as anyone.
Oh, my dear, if only you knew how much I'd like to believe that.
Well, Matthew obviously wants you to feel at home in his play clothes.
If you used them wrongly, it's not my fault.
- Do that in a dressing room and nowhere else. - Thank you.
- Where's Alfred? - I think he's in the servants' hall.
When you come back in a day or two I will remove some fluid from the cyst.
You sound like Tom Mix in a Wild West picture show.
You know, the way to deal with the world today is not to ignore it.
No.
So how did you enjoy the South of France?
What are you laughing at?
Not now, Carson.
- Where are what? - His bloody evening shirts, that's what!
No water.
I don't even know what that means, but it sounds almost as peculiar as you look.
No guest should be admitted without the date of their departure settled.
Until then, please try to take it a little more easily.
But Lady Mary, she'll...
You don't have to promise. I believe you.
I'm not ready.
There's a centre in York.
Maybe, but when she looks at you she won't see the real Anna Bates.
We must try to find you your place in the world.
- You can't have lost them all! - I haven't lost any of them, milord.
- But, Mr Carson, would you just... - Mr Carson's quite right.
Good night, Mr Carson.
and take it wherever you want to sit!
- And you can say it, just like that? - I'm an American, Alfred, and this is 1920.
Both of our husbands tied the money up tight before they were taken.
Maybe she did both.
I don't see why they should pay for it.
Well, get it done quickly. This dinner has to be the grandest of the grand.
I am so sorry. Thomas has lost all my dress shirts.
Well, it isn't my mother's and it isn't my brother's.