Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's not just my arm.

not once but twice.

- It seems they may have to sell. - What?

Yes! Now, I know what we need. Does anyone here play the piano?

Would you like me to say something to Lady Grantham?

I should prefer it.

And then there's expense.

"And it doesn't matter that she's fast,"

but quite enough of my father's money has already been poured into Downton.

But if they have to get a death certificate out of the Indian authorities

You're not feeling ill or tired?

Yes, Mrs Crawley, I do.

Is everything all right?

The chimney isn't drawing properly. This oven's not hot enough.

And then we try to find them alternative employment.

Why Downton matters. Why it mustn't be allowed to fall apart.

Who will groan first when they see it, Granny or Papa?

- Anywhere? - Anywhere, all over the house.

Don't ever threaten me.

Well, it is. There must be a block in the flue.

- We can't just give up. - Certainly not.

But keep it to yourself. I don't want to give away all my secrets.

But how? What can we do?

Ask Mr Molesley to join us.

I speak of taste, rather than law.

It'd be kinder to Alfred in the long run.

Then why do you shove me away?

I speak of taste, rather than law.

If we sell, we move to a smaller house and a more modest estate.

You're very smart in your new valet's outfit.

I'm afraid I probably do.

You'd say if anything was wrong, wouldn't you?

You can read it if you like.

- Why do you like that American girl? - Steady. Who says I do?

Ooh, she ate it, then. I'm never sure about Americans and offal.

I speak of taste, rather than law.

No. I dare say not.

Well, I can think of someone who's got plenty of tin.

- We're still going to ask. - What are you so afraid of?

whose natural habitat is gradually being destroyed.

- Just how long is she here for? - Who knows?

- Now, I don't mean to interfere, but... - Don't you?

It seems rather shocking for Anna to have to find me en déshabillé.

I don't think he understands at all. He just doesn't want to beg.

I'm not sure we'd put it that way.

Then I'll just wait outside until he does.

why do you insist on treating me like a child?

- Oops. - Mrs Levinson knows you make fun of her.

Nothing succeeds like excess.

Has Mr Matthew complained?

Her Ladyship's already in the drawing room.

Bring anything back you think a human being could swallow.

She looks as if she'll bury us all. No, we must act now.