Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, you burn like the sun,

- Where were you born? -This body?

One. Two. Three.

They could schedule themselves around the moon. We'd never know.

Prince Albert kept on having the Koh-i-noor cut down.

- It won't open. They've sealed us in. -Oh, my lady, look.

- A spaceship? -Shooting star.

I bet you 5 quid I can make her say it.

What if this house... It's a trap for you. Is that right, ma'am?

No, really don't. Really.

1879. Same difference.

And that means you, your Ladyship. Now, come on! Pull!

- What a laugh! -She was just sitting there!

My apologies for the emergency. And how is Lady Isobel?

I saw, last night,

I'll tell you what though, ma'am, I bet you're not amused now.

Oh, completely.

It became something of an obsession. He spent his money on this,

- Sheffield it is! -Hold on tight.

No mistletoe on these doors,

but I know that you consort with stars and magic, and think it fun.

We've sent word ahead.

but it's always been a mystery because she didn't inherit it.

- It's just a story. -Then tell it.

Come now, Father, you should know better.

The wolf. There is something of the wolf about you.

What, seriously? There's people out to kill you?

- We want only one thing. -And what would that be?

A world of industry, of workforce and warfare.

Not the scares and chills, that's just for children,

I'm taking it to Hellier and Carew, the Royal Jewellers at Hazlehead.

You're not welcome here, and especially not today.

I wouldn't blame Your Majesty if you wanted to ride on.

Jackson, at arms...

Laying the real trap not for you, but for the wolf.

Yes, ma'am. Sorry, ma'am.

Get out, all of you! Come on! Out! Out! Out!