Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But why should she want to forgive me?
- I like Bertie. I do. But when you see them together... - Meaning?
- You're down early. - No, I'm not. Where's Henry? - He's gone.
I want to hear him speak for himself.
Edith would outrank us all. Yes. That's right.
Do I? But you must admit, your attitude is quite a volte-face.
Not to marry a man for lack of money
Not as respectable as you think.
- Take that! And that! And that! - Ouch, you rascal!
No. And if you want to redeem yourself in my good graces,
Why isn't it the right moment?
- I couldn't resist telling you. - Poor Mrs Patmore.
He's coming tomorrow, on the first leg of his trip to Tangiers.
A surprise is a surprise, Mama,
You are the only woman I know who likes
- Were you, My Lord? - Yes. I feel quite as guilty as you do, Carson.
Most of us spend our lives trying to hide it.
Tom believes you're unhappy. That's why you lash out as you do.
Get back!
Oh. Er...
- So you were wrong about him? - I think I was.
What do you think he'd have made of it?
- No lingering over the pudding. - Mr Barrow is still here --
- Actually I'm flying. For the first bit, anyway. - What?
Things have changed for you now.
- Are you sure you want to do it? - Oh, ye of little faith.
I've decided not to disturb him.
and have declared the same by giving and receiving of a ring,
- That's not what it looked like. - Well, that's how it is.
- Now? - Well, on Saturday.
- Now you're here, I hope you'll stay the night at least. - Mary?
I'm surprised you can't hear it. I'm hot, cold and can't breathe.
Well, why didn't you telephone and warn us? You daft ha'porth!
Thank you for your enquiry but we wish to combine the roles
always on parade, representing the people who look up to me,
- please don't bother with serving our tea. - With your permission, My Lady.
Would you have married me in a lie?
Mary!
- Education is for everyone. - You would say that, sir.
And you just can't stand it.
The 7th Marquess of Hexham weds the daughter of the 5th Earl of Grantham?
Looking for you to borrow some scissors but you're going out.
- I hope you're coping with it all. - Well, one doesn't have much choice.
- for me than for her. - I'm sure that's not true.
Only afternoons between half-two and half-four.
Mary!
Tony Gillingham had all that I could wish -- birth, money, looks...
I'm not sure I do, as it happens. Tell me about them.
I don't think this family can boast much in the way of artists.
It's just me and Mother.
She's right about one thing. None of us thinks it's a good idea.
ANYTHING to make you feel less frightened and alone!
Why should you?
And please don't think badly of him.
- Are you all right, Mr Barrow? - Of course. Why wouldn't I be?
He can catch the next one. What happened?
- My uncle's a bishop. - Oh? Good old England. Some things never change.
One word: Marigold.