Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I hope he won't gossip.

The ticket says Dorking. That was the last station.

If you want me to turn these gentlemen out of their rooms, I will.

This pensione is a failure. Tomorrow we'll change.

Cecil... darling.

Come and have a bathe!

- Did he? - I needn't say it will go no further.

Goodnight, Rose.

My poor boy has brains, but he's very muddled.

Perfectly fair if it punishes a snob.

- Your mother would never forgive me. - She'd want you to have it.

The truth is, you don't like Charlotte.

Wasn't I off my head with joy? So I said no, I wasn't.

Race you round it!

No, of course, abominable is too strong a word.

Hello, Mr. Vyse, I've come for tea. Do you suppose I shall get it?

- Please, I'll deal with them. - Leave them.

- What are you reading? - It's from Freddy.

You're so different tonight, like a different person speaking with a new voice.

You think his sister is promising?

I told him to trust to love.

- So we brought you cornflowers. - Oh, how kind!

I'll let you into a secret. I have my eye on your cousin.

I have a pet theory about Miss Honeychurch.

I plead guilty to being such a chap.

They're your type of flowers. They have your personality.

- The driver? - My dear girl, no. Mr. George Emerson.

I shall never speak of it to Mother or anyone.

This is serious.

Miss, this sepolcro not very good. You go see affresci di Giotto.

E un diavolo incarnato. You know the proverb?

And... I want to ask you a great favor.

You said you liked cornflowers.

I don't mean exactly that, but you will go on asking questions.

It is you! Why not have a comfortable bath at home with hot and cold laid on?

It isn't fair! I've probably met them before.

- He mustn't get any ideas. - You mean Mr. Emerson?

What's the title?

Mr. Beebe! Matches!

And you're tired of Freddy and me.

- Who? - Sir Harry's new tenants.

You might before. I can't run at you.

Rouse the echoes of the past

I've won a great victory for the comic muse.

In the course of conversazione, they said they wanted a country cottage.

Lucy! Lucy! What's that book?

- All right, Powell, stop at the stores. - Yes, ma'am. Walk on.

You see, I come into my money next year.

Never heard of it.

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure dome decree...

as well as in the place from which we've been expelled,

So you see, it is all my fault.