Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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