Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Love is all very well,
I'm sure he'd be delighted to hear it from your own lips.
We'll have to enlarge it.
How do you like your view, Mr. Ferrars?
So he abandoned Marianne...
Of both. But his family would certainly oppose the match.
"Dear Mrs. Dashwood, Miss Dashwood, Miss Marianne and Captain Margaret.
There is. His name begins with F.
I've longed to meet you. I've heard nothing but praise of you.
I think not.
Miss Dashwood...
It's not mine anymore, it's their atlas.
Oh, no.
In return for this acknowledgement, don't deny me the privilege
My mother.
You have two brothers?
You're making me nervous.
Perhaps Margaret is right. Right?
Were you not in London? Have you not received my letters?
Polly...
Colonel Brandon, we haven't heard you play of late.
Oh, I am of a jealous nature.
I shall ask Mama if I may stay behind from church.
I've tried to bear everything else. I will try...
He must like you very much.
when we may be very intimately connected.
He would have had a wife he loved, but no money,
You have no right to parade your ignorant assumptions...
Have I hurt you? No, no.
Perhaps Miss Steele might consider reserving the allemande?
Good day to you.
He expressed himself well, did he not?
Mama, we've got lots.
Nonsense. You will marry far better than the Dashwood girls.
I have. What's it like?
The last person I expected to see.
Yes. No.
- Exactly. - Nonsense.
She would be easier if her mother were here.
Besotted.
Forgive me.
Colonel Brandon give me a parish?
Why?
Come as soon as you can, Edward.
Now, can you put your arm about my neck?
He complained of rheumatism. "A slight ache" was his phrase.
No.
I believe so. I must check the Nile's position.
Do you love him?
Edward, will you not sit?
What are you doing?
Never absolutely.
Look. This has just arrived.
this is your home now.
Your neck is so dirty you could grow potatoes on it.
Praise, indeed.
Interesting.
Who told you he was married?
Even Elinor must approve the rent.
Excuse me, I must rejoin my party.
My cousin, Sir John Middleton, has offered us a small house.
Is he a butcher, baker, candlestick maker?
Ah, who is reading Shakespeare's sonnets?
I cannot...
Are you asleep?
He means it as testimony of his concern for this cruel situation.
To Mr. Willoughby, that he may endeavour to deserve her.
What can this be?
Dear Edward.
I cannot tell you.
Edward is the most incapable of being selfish of anyone I ever saw.
Can it be possible?
Oh.
I shall reproach myself for not having been more guarded.
Hot. Thank you, Elinor.
That is no excuse.
Indeed. How do you enjoy London?
I compare it with what it ought to have been.
It's a twisted ankle. Do not be alarmed, Mama.
I had failed her in every other way, I could not refuse her now.
Oh.
We must trust her to confide in us in her own time.
Why are they to live at Norland? They have a house in London.
Miss Dashwood, Miss Marianne, I come to issue an invitation.
And I am happy for you and Fanny.
That I greatly esteem him.
But I know only too well the cruelty
You can rely upon Harris, colonel. I've never found a better physician.
Belgium?
And has invented an excuse to send him away.
Then I'd be as happy at Combe as I've been at Barton.
What a pleasure to see you.
I can assure you, I am as silent as the grave.
Come.
Turn about. Come round, boys, come round.
Are there any messages? No.
Allow me to escort you home.
No, I have never met her.
I've never liked the smell of books.
I am well, thank you.