Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I "wipe your eye", Sir Piers.
..and she didn't kill Prince Albert.
This, apparently, is the very discomfort the railway eliminates.
And so the torpid Teuton wedges himself yet further
So how does one pass one's time in Staffordshire?
Why don't you give her one of your little wafers to dip in?
Gloriana
Do you not care at all about our unborn child?
Bacon, Mr Francatelli. And peas, Mr Penge.
That is encouraging news. But quite academic.
Half the people in this box
The frog is here.
And peas. Post-haste. And for the Prince?
I am frightened of the pain.
And yourself.
The Queen is stubborn.
You know, Sir Piers, I rather enjoyed riding on the railway.
..sometimes you're too direct when you speak.
You look rather more at home here than you do in a muddy field.
Alas, Sir Robert, I think we should let our host
No.
As ever, this subject makes men overstimulated.
It is also close to Drayton,
You imagine I resent being left here by the Queen.
Peel. The engine. To go alone.
her selection of Regent has the full support of the Tory party.
Send me.
We hunt, ma'am.
Men like Giffard, they recoil from enthusiasm.
Rather too much "should".