Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I've no wish to even hear your son's name mentioned. He has misbehaved from the first.
I can't bear it, and now I've made you cry. Forgive me.
The young English girl, transfigured by Italy.
- There's an absurd account of a view. - Do read it.
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Every kind of sense. I don't care what I see outside. My vision is within.
I say, Cecil, do play, there's a good chap. Just this once. It's Floyd's last day.
You're not such a splendid player. The light was in my eyes.
We salute thee.
I wouldn't want Mother to think so.
Poor, poor Charlotte!
Indeed they are. Miss Teresa and Miss Catharine Alan. I met them in Italy.
Mother... Charlotte... Cecil... Freddy... you...
Miss Bartlett and Miss Honeychurch.
Lucy, are you absolutely sure? I only want to do what is right for you.
Why does she look like that?
- Hello? - Hello.
Courage, Miss Honeychurch, and faith.
- But... - Then I don't get the photographs.
You can settle your debt nicely now.
I blame you. You had no business to undo my work about the Miss Alans.
This is not what we were led to expect.
- Why not to you? - No, I insist.
Mr. Emerson says it's all his fault.
Paper soap is a great help towards freshening up one's face on a train.
I've never been myself, nor do I have any plans to go.
It's so good of Mr. Vyse to spare you.
It was most indelicate!
- Would you like it closed? - Oh, thank you.
Mr. Emerson. What are you doing here?
...music and life will mingle.
Acting the little god down here with his patronage
Congratulations.
Look at that fat man! He must weigh as much as I do, but he's floating like a balloon.
Mary, have you got any change?
Yes, Freddy, there is a right and a wrong sort.
Oh, let's not go on now.
It happened to the Goths.
And now here's Miss Honeychurch marrying Mr. Vyse in January...
I mustn't miss the train. The removers can do the rest.
She will certainly blame me when she hears of it.
Thank you very much. Goodbye.
I mean, would you not mention it to anyone, my foolish behavior.
It would be robbing the one who lost.
Ladies especially, I'm afraid.
There isn't any carriage.
Of course I'd prefer friends of yours...
I cannot blame him, but I wish he'd told me about it first.
so I'm breaking it off.
But I love you. I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas,
- The National Gallery. - Looking at Italian art.
Oh, yes, Charlotte! I don't mind.
I shall want to come up to London more.
- I promised. It's only for a few days. - Victoria Station.
Oh, dear.
Let me do that for you.
Standard reaction to any letter from Cousin Charlotte.
Why should they? When you deceived everyone...
Victory, Mr. Floyd!
On no account. The view of the Arno is yours.
Won't you play some more?
There is no other source.
Such an agreeable family. What a pity.