Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Are there descriptions of the creature? -Oh, yes, Doctor.

All these separate things,

Not at all. I've had quite enough carriage exercise,

Gather it up, quickly. Every last scrap. Quick, now!

A weakling, heartsick boy,

Thinks he's funny, but I'm so not amused. What do you think, ma'am?

And my apologies for being so naked.

but now my wife will remember me with honour.

- Like a stamp. -I want her to say, "We are not amused."

You mean Queen Victoria?

to investigate these strange happenings and to fight them.

That's what I thought, but now I wonder.

Girls, come with me.

Sir Robert, your wife must have left some clothes. See to it.

And perhaps it's toying with us.

and now you are exiled from this Empire, never to return.

You said this thing doesn't work.

I ask only that you find some place of safekeeping

- I tell you what, though. -What?

and if there's any chance he's still alive, then, by God, I'll assist him.

No, sir. Not you, not that thing, none of it.

As you can see, a doctorate from the University of Edinburgh.

I can take you to the Battle of Trafalgar,

- There might be something on wolves. - What about this?

But your world is steeped in terror and blasphemy and death,

It is said that whoever owns it must surely die.

But what of Father Angelo, is he still here?

I wish I'd met him. I like him.

Oh, that's all right. Save her a wee bit of ham.

Och, aye. I've been "oot" and "aboot."

You will leave these shores, and you will reflect, I hope,

Oh, tales like this just disguise the work of thieves.

Maybe just a single cell survived. Adapting slowly down the generations,

And I'll tell you something else.

I bought her for sixpence in old London town.

- Your Majesty. -Sir Robert.

It's funny, though, 'cause you say assassination,

So what's this wolf, then?

Well, maybe haemophilia is just a Victorian euphemism.

I committed treason for you,

they will live on.