Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Do you know if Mr and Mrs Bates have had a falling out?
Oh, not quite a beast, I hope.
but if we lived in a better world, I wouldn't want you to.
I've told you I'm not on the market, Tony.
His father's died, so he's coming for the burial.
I do love it when I come. I'm glad.
I'm not... offended.
Golly, life is full of surprises.
Another job for the splendid Mr Drewe.
Er, you win.
He does know there's no hope with Ivy?
I just made some tea. Would you like a cup?
Can you really afford to spend four months reading novels in the Alps?
Suppose you're seen visiting his home,
without a policeman pouncing. Down with Prohibition.
I shall remember nothing but my number.
Well, if you want my advice, start again.
Er, milk but no sugar.
I sent a note yesterday.
I will not be marrying Rose.
It's hard to say.
♪ Da-da-dee-dee-dee
I thought you'd be glad if I stayed a bit longer.
But, as a rule, I don't really warm to their type.
Perhaps she doesn't know.
Can you explain to me now why you wanted him sacked?
So that's the great Countess of Grantham.
Lovely to see you again. Thank you very much.
Anna,
You may regret saying that.
Well, you win.
Is anything wrong?
Right. Now, we must all look lively.
What? How?
Shall we walk back to the cottage? The others are going to bed.
she wants to shock her mother, whom incidentally, she hates.
What happened to Uncle Harold? A reprimand, but nothing more.
Martha wants to bring him over next summer for Rose's coming out ball.
What are you talking about? Nothing.
He wants to break his journey home.
It doesn't, m'lady. It's nothing to do with Lord Gillingham himself.
Have you ever met him? Once. At the wedding.
And let us hope they both leave us in peace.
Well, then you must be patient.
How was the funeral? Was well attended.
Do you like London, Miss Baxter? Not particularly.
which we must try and solve.
But rather than add to the list of men I've disappointed,
I just wondered if you might be free.
At the school.
When will you be back? Tomorrow evening, but we'll be late.
is really a matter of mutual agreement.
That's kind of you to say, and good to hear.
It's time for you to go your way and me to go mine.
with nothing jagged,
Friends forever.
wherever it may be, and they are made very happy.
until at last we die.
It's kind of you to give them a lift.
Don't let them mess up the grass when they drive them back.
My dear, all life is a series of problems
Are you all right, Daisy?
They're sweet on each other, but it's not as simple as that, is it?
That was a splendid luncheon.
You know Lady Grantham?
No, I'm not. But I understand this -
You know what the French are like.
You'll be quite enough in her debt as it is.
I wonder how long it'll take for them all to propose to Mary.
You mean he fell into the road and he was hit? Yesterday?