Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

he calls the house now and then,

[Rebecca moans gently]

[footsteps receding]

to find out why.

The wrong kind of love can fuck you up.

"You shouldn't be smoking."

-Oh, I-I… I thought-- -Yeah, well,

Lovely to see you again.

Just don't give him access to your bank accounts,

Mrs. Grose is making up a room for me as we speak.

-[Rebecca scoffs] -[Owen] Chin up. Mm-mm.

I'm gonna do my own sweep.

this is Rebecca Jessel.

[Flora] You just need to watch out, because Miles is a filthy cheater.

[engine turns over]

-Okay, a few more steps. -Mm-hm.

[nocturnal chirping]

people are like locked rooms.

[adults chuckling]

I've seen to it, okay?

-Lovely to meet you, Owen. -And our--

This is going to be an absurd cake.

[knocking on door]

-Uh, no, you'll be up all night. -[Flora] Yes!

-[thunder rumbling] -[Rebecca sighs]

-if a bit strange. -Mm-hm.

[yells] These stupid puppets!

when I was meant to be back in London an hour ago?

hoping she'll pick up, which…

someday, she'd be scrubbing up some rich kid's puke

Well-- They shouldn't be in here at all. We shouldn't be in here--

-And you must be Miles. -Hi there.

[Owen] Good morning.

hardly lady of the manor.

[gentle piano music plays]

Come on, Pete, you're the tiebreaker.

[Dani whispers] Go on.

-I'm just about done. -Mm-hm.

Why am I here in this job working for Henry, or, uh…

see the brain power and ingenuity just taking care of their heirs.

Peter was even saying so himself this morning.

-Oh. -Now I've done it.

Have you gone mad?

[Hannah] They really ought to be in bed.

when Peter Quint finds out Rebecca Jessel is dead.

I expect being precious about blouses won't serve me well.

I mean, everybody wants something in life,

Oh, uh, no, not a thing. Did a quick sweep.

Sorry, Pete. Bad news, but she's dead.

perfectly splendid.

[children laughing]

You're naive when you want to be.

The blouse, perhaps.

One laughed too much,