Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The gaping wounds left by the simplest encounter with you, my dear.

Uh, the tide is diurnal one end, seasonal at the other.

Military action!

Ferdinand de Lesseps.

Pulling the pilots out of the Suez Canal.

But is it the largest room here? No.

What, did Philip's Nazi sisters come back to haunt him?

[indistinct shouting]

-No, Malaya. -You don't know that either.

-I've told you this already. -Maybe I've forgotten.

I've achieved in life:

Whining and whingeing like a child.

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If they get away with this, we will be a complete laughing stock.

It is the correct thing to do, ma'am.

No, no, not a word.

Which means I find myself unexpectedly free for lunch.

Why would I seem surprised?

[monkey chirping]

It means he's got something of a reputation.

As your sister, I would have been perfectly happy for you to marry Peter.

Support we do not have.

So, what would make it easier on you?

-My complaining? -It's incessant.

[exhales] We must attack.

And with only six weeks of oil reserves,

[Elizabeth] That was the palace press secretary.

It's a very good thing. Would you like to know

[Margaret] Well, I've just woken up.

and taken command of the company's offices.

-Thank you for supper. -[chuckles]

a mad rush to war might be explained as a play for legacy.

-Oh, really? -Yes, really.

We've just given them a charter, so I really do have to go.