Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Tell me, Mrs Queen, about English men.
..until death do you part.
# He's very bad indeed
let your hands take possession of the ramparts of my plumpies.
and I got ravaged by a rabid dog. Satisfied?
Presentation, My Lord.
And...what's that exactly?
(Speaks Spanish, angrily)
This is a beautiful royal princess.
Are you Edmund, Duke of Edinburgh?
(Infanta) Ahh—ahh!
— Do you, Maria Escalosa Infante, — Si, si!
Espero que encuentre los deshagues a su satisfaction.
and eaten as sweets by Mongolian bandits?
— If anyone knows just cause... — (Thinks) Dear Lord,
I suffer no similar disappointment.
to bear witness, at very short notice.
Yes, My Lord.
Morning, Doncaster.
Oh, I see.
Are we getting married now?
It's only for a couple of days, isn't it?
This is my husband, Thomas.
— Right. — Right.
Chiswick!
— Oh, yes. — Fight to the death, eh?
No, no, no, no, no!
Get out of here!
— Your Majesty. — Yes!
I go along to the Infanta's room, and tell her you've gone mad.