Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Not for sale.
Windemere's fortune exceeds Tuppy's.
Come here.
"I won't be long."
You never had a paying job.
I never use that word. I'm not sure what it means.
- There's the girl. - Take Windemere to the club.
John?
No, it's not for sale.
Fine.
"Wait for me."
- I love you. - I love you.
His engagement to Mrs Erlynne is off.
Would you wear it?
You were dozing. Go back to sleep.
was not the only reason for my departure.
Brazen - with a past.
Opera makes me feel so romantic.
Who?
I'll pay it somewhere else. I want you on the first plane out tomorrow.
I'm not proud of being blackmailed...
Very clever woman.
I was trying to protect you, you have to believe me.
At least, not among the women I've met, and I've met my share.
We retreat and they block our escape.
She'd be so ashamed of me now.
she has the freedom to do likewise.
- I've no idea. - Meg's not here, is she?
I have to go.
How many times have you been divorced, Tuppy?
I hope you're right.
You don't look as if you're enjoying yourself.
One door closes, another opens.
Then one morning, you open your eyes...
You said you were my friend.
- Could we walk? - Why not.
How very practical.
I think we should mind our own business.
- Did you see her? - Don't.
So what are we drinking?
Don't worry about them.
Mrs Erlynne is a notorious Jezebel.
You love each other! That's your truth.
I thought he left after you, signora.
to know Mr. Hopper from Austr·lia.
Whenever anyone agrees with me, I'm sure I must be wrong.
- Good evening, Mr Dumby. - Oh, good evening, Mrs Stutfield.
All of which is time well spent in my book.
You made a mistake, don't make it worse.
"I'm going to ask her to marry me if she'll have me."
Your sack of bricks. You carry it.
The last is very much the worst. The last is a real tragedy.
You may need a friend one of these days.
She's my friend. Give her a discount.
Beautiful city.
And they speak loudly.
Share mine, then.
I'd like to say goodbye to her.
Mrs Erlynne will see you upstairs.
We'll always tell each other the truth?
Mrs Erlynne has her own seats.
He's very conscientious and I respect him for it.
He told you to lie.
It's late.
You like to be the odd man out, do you?
A kind, caring mother, who loves and watches over her.
Yes, you are.
For I'm selling the thing
- What a small world. - And Mrs Winters on her right.
Good day.
In her bedroom.
- I should be getting home. - You'll take a cigar, surely?
I can't think of anything I'd mind less.