Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Perfectly well. Absolutely well.
Gentlewomen! Yuck!
No, do. Nothing's funnier than silly things read aloud.
- No, I will not listen to one more word. - My dears, do stop.
But things that are indelicate can sometimes be beautiful.
I fear we have no card, but George will write down the address.
Thank you.
And, for the time being, we would like to keep it quiet.
What a noise you're making. Freddy, let Lucy go.
There's traveling for you!
- Yes, it is. - Put it right away, Miss Pole.
The Cockney signora still terrorizes the staff.
Of course I'm not tired of Windy Corner, but, as we're talking about it,
All right.
which inclines even the most stolid to romance.
You don't love me, evidently.
- No! - She is my sister.
I cannot understand this hole and corner business.
I want to ask you something that I have never asked before.
Buonasera. Grazie.
Freddy, as you remarked this morning, some chaps are good for nothing but books.
What does he say?
Hello? George reads German.
Strike the concertina's melancholy string
Where are you going?
Isn't it wonderful? The Parthenon, the frieze of Phydias.
It's obvious they should have the rooms.
And deservedly.
And I should write If Miss Honeychurch ever takes to live as she plays...
- Did you mind losing? - Of course.
- Miss Bartlett. - Mr. Beebe.
Besides, that way, you'd have to fly over the wall.
- Mr. Beebe. - Thank you, Mary.
of wet hedgerows with birds singing inside them.
Dear Mr. Beebe, I doubt we shall go any further than Athens,
- I wouldn't think much harm could have come. - There.
Do you suppose this display is called into existence to extinguish you or me?
I think myself most fortunate. I'm very happy and having a splendid time.
Yours is glorious country, Honeychurch!
Oh, yes. How do you do? Glad to see you.
Even scientifically, the chances against being struck are enormous.
- Why not? - Thank you very much.
Whatever's the matter with dear Miss Lucy?
- Oh, no, Freddy... - Oh, he's topping. He's spiffing!
they were all rather extraordinary.
No. I don't want you straining your back.
What is that you are taking? It's not lemonade, is it?
Never, never more shall Eleanor Lavish be a friend of mine.
No, Charlotte. Not the scissors, not when my hands are full.
- Here you are. - Thank you, sir.
Wasn't Monteriggioni where we saw the cornflowers, Teresa?
touched with crimson stains of poppies.
- Summer Street will never be the same. - It's too small for anyone like ourselves.
Goodness, how cross you are!
- Buonasera. - Buonasera.
Freddy loves to bathe here. He's very fond of it.
Do you understand how lucky people are to find what's right for them?
And, on the right, the fourth Pope.
- Thank you so much. - Pleasure.
You can take all those, but leave me Thoreau till I go. I need him by me now.
- Nor me. - You?
Kiss me.
I suspect that one day...
No. You haven't.
I would like to thank your father personally for his kindness.
And did she really...?
- You aren't going? - Yes, we've a train to catch.
Kiss me again...
So you did tell. Why?! When you wouldn't even let me tell Mother?
True, on the whole.
What?! Stop at once!
It was most disloyal of you.
- It's no good discussing this. - George is taking me to London.
In my small way, I am a woman of the world.
That's to love... and to part.
It might attract the wrong type. The trains have improved so.
- What?! - Do stop!
I promessi sposel