Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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