Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Pathetic, really.
Everyone is exhaustive.
Or that cute little American.
Cheers.
You're eating dinner without me.
I was looking for you. I…
Goddamn it.
Well, I suppose I was around.
[Flora] Hello?
So, you just got up with the sun.
Ah. Here we are.
Mummy!
you've got this irritating habit of jumping back,
Well done.
I'm sorry to come by.
will be dealt with swiftly and fairly,
How is she?
[sniffles]
No more.
She seems fine.
I try and take care of him.
[whimpers, screams]
Hello?
[panicked breaths]
[Flora] You've… You've…
[Jamie] Mm. [clears throat]
Got a little flat.
Do you understand me?
Said Flora's been sleepwalking.
And you're, uh…
[inhales sharply]
Hey, you just…
In this house, in fact.
[emotional music playing]
-most like himself. -[footsteps approaching]
Fuck.
Hi, you're, you're back.
Six years.
Could be dreadfully boring.
Hello?
Wait!
It's a fact.
[suspenseful music playing]
I've been thinking.
I don't like it!
I'm sorry I was scared before.
[music intensifying]
[sips]
I don't want to see any of this, ever again.
[alter ego] Answer it.
[sipping]
She's my daughter.
and he doesn't understand what he's done wrong.
See, these men…
[Jamie clears throat]
-And she's all right? [sighs] -I'm not sure.
You're mistaken.
All of them?
It's Miss Clayton.
And it's so clear then…
But why?
worth it.
tries to save his own skin by blaming all the females in the family,
If she isn't?
Uncle Henry?
Mummy!
Get back here and let me see you!
She needs a psychologist.
[unsettling hushed sounds]
they laugh at him.
it's me.
How did you know?
Oh.
-Please. -There's been an accident.
No need.
What?
gets a little bit smaller.
No.