Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-I have devoted my life to this work. -I know.

What have you done?

We're not even dealing with them in the mating season, darling.

Brontë sisters, Madame Bovary,

It's a luxury for us. Truly.

that birds carry our souls, our beliefs, our hopes up to the gods.

Did someone live here permanently?

[dunlins twittering]

Your mommy did a bad thing to you.

[distant sobbing]

there's anything as mystical as bird mind-reading going on.

The dunlins are back.

You get that crease, just there,

We took this trip to make things better, and now we're here and you…

[water stirs gently]

[tape whirs softly]

-[banging on door] -[woman yells]

and I just spotted a peregrine up high.

This happened 30 years ago, Mrs. Bradley. What is there to tell?

He never lived here, he was never part of the family,

-[Edgar] Eat them. -I will.

[video camera whirring]

[chuckling] It sounds provocative.

They're built for the cold.

You're more interested in people you've never met than your own work.

-Would that make it better? -[Edgar] No, of course not.

[dunlins twittering on tape]

[ghostly yelling] What did you do?

If there is a God, he certainly is a very cruel one.

[ghostly child's voice] Mommy's mad at me.

[waves lapping shore]

and you haven't shed a tear,

What have I done now?

-I just need-- -More time.

[door creaks loudly]

[woman screams]