Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The Dunbars had meetings of the clan and grand celebrations in here.
It's totally too much.
♪ No matter how far you go ♪
- Hello. - Tell me you've at least started.
Oh, yes, of course.
[exhales]
[Angus breathing deeply]
- Enjoy the castle? - I did, yes. It was magical.
[barks]
- She made all of it. - Did she?
[indistinct chattering]
Yeah, this is Pulitzer Prize stuff, this.
I thought you became a writer because of Grandpa.
[Maisie sniffles]
[groans]
♪ Well, you get back to your list... ♪
No.
- Oh. - Sophie, don't go.
She needs constant attention,
Very good. Follow me.
Do I need your permission, Your Highness?
I said I was sorry.
Hamish!
Maybe your own.
♪ She stood still Watching him through the spotlight ♪
Oh!
Aye. My home.
And FYI,
I'll call you later.
[Myles] It is work being me.
♪ When he's lost ♪
♪ Blue is where I've been ♪
- What else? - You'll move in now.
[Scottish music playing]
[all laughing]
[Sophie] That's lovely.
♪ In His temple shall appear ♪
[Scottish music playing]
What about this one?
It's about a woman,
Oh. What about your father's wedding?
- Are you gonna read the whole thing to me? - No, page one's good enough for me.
- I worked hard on that. - I know. I remember!
[chuckles] Well...
to introduce
fftter regre
But I need a group opinion on this dress.
Come on. There's more.
♪ Bells on bobtails ring ♪
or she'll crumble like an oatcake in the rain.
[clears throat] And over there,
Maybe they just didn't know him like I did.
Thank you, Eamon.
That's me.
Out now. Go on. Get out. Go on!
[Hamish whimpers]
Oh, well, um, could I just wander around a little on my own?
He, uh... [chuckles]
♪ But you never run from your gravity ♪
Maybe you're right about this party.
I guess the, uh, royal arse needs a lot of thrones.
[exhales]
You're gonna have to read it.
[chuckles]
What can I get you?
[exhales] The woman for whom my husband left me.
What are you without it?
Oh, aye? What kind of story?
Oh.
[Sophie chuckles]
- Got just the thing. - Mm.
- Don't. 'Cause I was going to say... - Mm-hmm.
This... This is genius.
- [Thomas exhales] - Oh.
- [Myles] All right, come on, then. - [horse whinnying]
Hamish! Hamish!
Hm. Except him.
Aye, pretty much.
Oh, how lovely.
I will have no reason to go in there.
- Oh! I'm sorry I'm late. - [Maisie] Oh, no bother.
a cold room and a couple of bats in the attic are not gonna do it.
[whispering indistinctly]
Oh, Rhona, you've excelled yourself.
Aye. And we know what happened to him.
- Mm. - [Helen] Oh!
- Emma Gale and I have parted ways. - Oh?
[chuckles]
♪ Well, you can't talk long You got things to do ♪
You used to sit in the barbershop and listen to his stories, right?
You'll keep Thomas on.
Absolutely nothing. This is my domain.
- [Helen chuckles] - Callum McGuinty?
It's worse, then. They wanna tear it down for condos and a golf course.
[Thomas] Are you really just going to let her leave?