Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Scendal
Charlotte, sit here. Go on, Powell.
Very picturesque, but hardly a lake. More of a puddle.
- What an extraordinary thing! - One of Freddy's bones.
Let the piano's martial blast
We have a view.
Will you shake hands?
Isn't that delightful? I do believe they'll end by going round the world.
...you can't know anyone intimately, least of all a woman.
I have found him tenants for his Cissie Villa.
Here is where the birds sing and where the sky is blue.
- Go and dress, dear. - All right, Mother.
- Did she really marry this Italian? - In the church at Monteriano.
- Freddy, be careful! - You really are savages, you know.
You'd better get to bed, dear. We have to make an early start.
- He never told you what happened in Italy? - Not a word.
So... she's not marrying Mr. Vyse?
Her music, the style of her...
It will teach that snob Sir Harry a lesson.
Miss Bartlett told me - is that... you love George.
An engagement - horrid word in the first place -
Freddy, must you?
Built by faith! That simply means the workers weren't paid properly!
Never heard of it
Miss Catharine, you have flowers in your hair.
- Of course. - No wonder the novel's so bad.
Well, of course, if you want Charlotte to come, with her boiler and everything...
I'm on the railways.
Byron. Exactly.
The father replies, Guess Rome was where we saw the yellow dog.
And you?
Since the days are chillier now and we've not, alas, a home of our own,
And now I want my tea.
I must have dropped them in the square. Would you be so kind...?
I did not.
On the left, there he is, renouncing worldly goods.
Go, please. I don't want to call in Mr. Vyse.
Mind you marry her next January.
Emerson, this is Honeychurch. You remember his sister.
Mr. Henry Burridge lives.
Scherzando ma non troppo, P, P, P
Oh, dear.
This old gentleman and his son offered us their rooms with a view.
What an impossible person!
Her music always was wonderful.
- Are you writing a novel, too? - If I were, you would be my heroine.
Because... she is Charlotte Bartlett.
Miss Honeychurch!
What? Is Phaethon misbehaving with his Persephone?
- Goodnight. - Goodnight.
You're not fit enough to go alone.
Won't you sit down?
After all the trouble I took over the Miss Alans.
It is fate, but call it Italy if it pleases you, Vicar.
You've not reflected. Let me cross-examine you.
Bye, Emerson.
Mr. Eager is our English chaplain here in Florence.
So really desirable. I've telegraphed them.
Happy birthday!
- What is happening to your neighbors? - They're moving.
As a matter of fact, coincidence is much rarer than we suppose.
- Did Freddy say he'd drive straight back? - No, he didn't.
- What? - That I've broken off my engagement.
Mr. Emerson finds us frivolous. Look for tennis balls, Mr. Emerson.
I have a boot!
And not till then bring them to London.
The Way of All Flesh.
Sir Harry's looking for new tenants, I hear, Miss.
Their mixture of the primitive with the classical is irresistible.
Temper, Lucy, temper. Please!
And so, locked in mortal combat, they brought to life the eternal...
And a yes and a yes!
Oh, I have vexed you at every turn.
Poor Mr. Beebe, too!
Do you like our view, Mr. Emerson?
Sir Harry Otway. It is in Surrey, a place called Summer Street.