Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[MAN GRUNTING]
Back when they were rich, rich people.
MAN 1: Morning, Angie! BOY: Hi, Angie!
Your house?
I opened doors for little old ladies
- What do you mean? - Didn't you hear?
[BAND PLAYING BALLAD OF DWIGHT FRY]
In a straight, white vest
Here...
...who wins?
...she was called away on business so suddenly.
None of the others have made it past a week.
Part of me believes he's a lonely boy looking for comfort.
Yes, I agree.
WOMAN 3: Yeah.
I shall show them what we are.
Hypnotizing fishermen isn't business acumen, Barnabas.
Hold it right there.
However, please know that it is with sincere regret...
Septembari 21, 1985
You're like a hungry tiger
How dare you defile my manor with your noxious...?
With your permission, Elizabeth. Would you excuse us?
...is she not proper?
...cyclical immortality.
What is your age, if I may?
During the day? How odd.
...in one form or another.
1972'?
You'll have to imagine us on a better day.
Let us go.
...and...
...lonely.
So here is the deal:
My sweet Victoria.
Well, Liz...
And you brazenly betray that trust.
Release me!
Do you really think so?
That was three years ago.
They tried stoning me, my dear.
To offer you a contract.
...I'd like you to tell me a few things.
Carolyn. Enough, both of you.
A werewolf.
Sell to you? Never.
This is your last chance.
Ur?
He's had a rather difficult time accepting her passing.
WILLIE: A bitch to dust is what it is.
We brought English industry to the wilds of Maine...
But, wait, no.
Surely you do not let them call you Vicky.
Your eye.
We don't even go in the old wing anymore.
...but it's a little harder to come by here.
I'm willing to call a truce if you'll just take me.
Feel loved again.
Heh. Do you really think anyone would believe a word you said?
What is this?
One cannot put a price on the restoration of a family's honor.
Locked in a box for 200 years!
There is such a thing as loyalty in our line of work.
Barnabas? Why are you staring into Carolyn's room?
Now...
A place where I could feel at home again.
MAN 1: Maybe we're getting too worked up about this, Angie.
His name was Barnabas Collins.
Well...
We built it with our boats and our nets.
Sit.
Do not concern yourself with my methods.
Congratulations.
David, get out!
WILLIE: Don't worry, Mr. B.
Laura was lost at sea...
What have I told you about using that word?
Getting ready for Halloween?
Victoria.
The people of Collinsport are my worshippers now.
...of freshly hurled chamber pots.
So, what first, master?
Indeed.
...from Firenze, Italia...
...bear the rotten fruit of our cursed family tree?
Oh, boy. Miss Elizabeth's gonna shit a brick.
JULIA: No, it's brilliant.
They never understood, we're the same.
Should like to see that little children
BARNABAS: Have you ever seen such majesty?
- You speak of peace. WOMAN 1: Yeah.
...to family.
- That's what they say about us. WOMAN 2: Yeah.
I have withheld my tender affections...
...I became a vampire...
BARNABAS: Let me out, I say!
No.
Welcome home, Barnabas Collins.
But...