Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But? Your eyes are full of "but".
are created en masse in the factories.
You should be the champion of what is coming.
What if you had been killed?
but if I cock this mayonnaise...
And if you answer back using the word "future", I shall scream!
A day of driven shooting, then.
This butler wants your master to look a fool.
For you...I order a trip north.
She says, "No doctor", then she sends for the doctor...
Her death in labour is the reason you're Queen.
Yes. Anything in particular?
What all men of honour must do, ma'am.
Did you make that just for me?
But I am neighbour to the Giffards.
It is such an insult.
It's revolting.
Expeditions clearly agree with us.
The music, sir. It is very...well-constructed.
They were surveying the railway, I think.
You know I famously have no taste, of course. I'm German.
You haven't eaten your beetroot, ma'am.
I shoot.
Her Majesty is quite the little jack-in-the-box.
I am bilious. Quickly!
Ma'am.
You might find it enlightening.
Are you randy for it?
but I am afraid I shall make a fearful hash of it.
Good health.
They're the beaters, sir. They're driving the birds towards us.
Remember Charlotte.
Albert doesn't know how to talk. He refuses to dissemble.
The court rejoices in your news.
and the Tories belong to you.
Well, if none of us has the moral courage to stand up to Peel,