Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Miss Durrells is English.
Kostis drank and, in a moment of madness and passion,
- You're not just being British? - Oh, no.
Gerry.
Gerry?
Just... just leave them.
- Alexia? - Nai?
Dressing, please, Margo.
He murdered his wife.
- Why can't he look after the albatross? - It's not an albatross.
.. piano for dwarves. I...
Leslie.
There's a guest.
- Kosti's a common name. - I know.
Go on, then. Do something.
Where have you been?
She's buried in the cemetery in the valley.
would you let him go fishing with a convict who might be a murderer?
You and Kosti were stealing.
- Oh, I've prepared myself for that. - Good girl.
My mother's making me. He's in shipping.
Men are so violent. - Ssh. - I'm sorry I took offence at your dislike of the...
but there will be a few gruesome sights, I'm afraid.
Oh!
- You take him. - Really?
- No, she looks like a horse. - You look like a horse.
Why he has gun?
Is it a work of genius? Yes, it is.
So, good work on the filing. In order of height, I hear.
.. will like him?
'You know where I am.'
They cut it, then they roll it...
She says the olive pollen irritates her face.
But it is nice for him.
Nets.