Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I had hoped that the fluid from the cyst would be clear, but there are traces of blood in it.
His idée fixe is yachts.
The trouble is, she calls round regularly.
What do you think?
So what? She made me feel good about myself, Daisy.
- I speak of taste, rather than law. - Oh, it's not my taste.
What have you done?
They've come for a party and we'll give them a party.
It's smoking. The range.
In thousands of families, the bread-winners are dead.
and I can add to Cora's dress allowance, but that's all.
That's nice, if you mean it, Mama.
Of course I don't. That's the last thing I'd ever wish to do.
Don't tell me what I mean, Miss O'Brien.
I saw who took 'em and I know where they are.
So you think he's not ready?
And what is there to tell?
I don't know.
Can't we stop this?
Then it's settled. You're not going to push me away any more,
Since you're the one to get us out of this hole if you wanted to,
But the role of houses like Downton is to protect tradition.
It seems a better choice than extinction.
- How will you do it? - With a syringe.
And it doesn't matter that she's fast,
You must put these things in proportion, Mrs Patmore.
How you used to do it.
If you do, you'll just get hurt.
Is there anything for our supper?
Mary, a lot of people live in smaller houses than they used to.
I'll have to send the coat up to London.
- You didn't see nothing. - I agree.
Can we talk about it afterwards?
Why do we never see him?
You were the maid who brought your child into the dining room at Downton that time.
He's just a lad, milord. He can see to the odd visitor,
- Why? - You know how things work here, Mother.
- What is it? - Apparently, the oven's broken down.
Come on, my dear. Carson and Alfred know more about life than we ever will.
Hasn't Cora had her share of the Levinson gold?
She doesn't have to like me. I need her to be honest.
Especially when a couple is alone.
- She won't help, you know. - Help with what?
Keep your histrionics to yourself and hurry up about it