Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Buongiorno, buongiorno, Ferdinando!
But she's purging off that Honeychurch taint. You know what I mean.
Mr. Emerson is avoiding the removers inside.
- Poor girl. - Poor girl?
Oh, Mr. Vyse, he's really very nice.
Excuse me.
Vacant heart and hand and eye
I reserved them for a week like you wrote you wanted.
My son George here.
Lucy!
I have seen him.
No, no. Don't be alarmed. This is not a cold.
Only Freddy's muddle, who doesn't even know their name.
You got rid of Cecil, well and good.
- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon, Mr. Beebe.
You did appear!
No, I think I'll go out.
I have a view. And so does George.
I am something of an Inglese Italianato.
It's disgusting the way an engagement is regarded as public property.
- Again! Poor Charlotte. ...has the water turned off and plumbers.
All those old women smirking.
Any nook does for me, but it is hard that you have no view.
Why Miss Joanna, you have flowers in your hair!
Oh, porter! Could you...?
Her guests are another set of Miss Alans, Miss Lavish, Mr. Beebe
Between the squalor of London and the squalor of Prato, there is a great gulf fixed.
I love these little dark alleys.
What did you all think?
She had no business doing it. No business at all!
Food is the one thing one does get here.
Yours sincerely, Lucy Honeychurch. There.
Make Lucy one of us. Lucy's becoming wonderful.
You're tired of your home. You're tired of Windy Corner.
I think we should ask her to stay. Give her a holiday while the plumbers finish.
He explained. It's ugly things that upset him. He's not uncivil to people.
Is that your son?
Here he is on his deathbed, surrounded...
'the perfume of the cooling earth all fill me with inutterable and inestimable bliss.'
I prefer something bolder - the reckless rose, the tempestuous tulip.
You love the boy body and soul, as he loves you.
Goodnight. See you Friday.
- I am. - No, you're not!
Lucy, get dressed or the better part of the day will be gone.
Unfortunately, I have met the type before.
Oh, I...
My father lives here. I've come for the weekend.
I would have given the larger room to you,
- Yes! - I am the chaperone to my young cousin Lucy.
My poor dear girl, you are so young!
- Thank you so much for taking her. - Bye-bye.
I want to stop here with you.
- Lucy. - Hmm?
It's an ugly house. We never liked it.
- The Misses Alan are going to Greece. - Good luck to them.
Poor Charlotte
I have procured desirable tenants.
- Capella Peruzzi, Capella Bardivery good. - No, thank you.
the view of the sky over our heads.
He says the thought of... seeing you or hearing about you...
Your mother offered to fetch me in her carriage.
There must be no gossip at Summer Street, but to go as far as Greece!
- What's that? - The gentlemen are doubtless having a game.
Signorina?
Bring some milk and honey and... er, cakes. Cakes!
Fatal. What are five miles from the station these days?
There are no jewels more becoming to a lady.
It's perfectly natural. I nearly fainted myself.
She must. I simply must go away.
It reminds me somewhat of the country around Shropshire.
There. Now I've told you.
but you always do forgive yourself.
- You must persuade Mother. - What?