Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Cool. Might just do Indian pudding.
Really? You're published?
I don't wanna get you sick.
Spanish men are so virile.
like Aunt Lavinia.
Write what sells.
- A run? - Yeah, I love to run.
Don't do it.
Maybe there are other possibilities, other ways to share a life.
Pressure?
Yeah.
Well, I wasn't sure whether I had the strength to come down.
What was that? A ghost?
Maybe throw in a line about corn.
And the only person that's ever made me feel that way before...
- Very well. Very well. - Good.
- Hear! Hear! - Congratulations.
- And what about the documents? - You guys are reading Bleak House?
He made me promise not to.
Merry Christmas, Aunt Lavinia. You're looking well.
Bye, Dad.
Look, there's a note.
You?
and that you'd just stay here in this house, like...
Enjoy your presents.
I mean, that's how you rake in the cash.
Yes.
- You? - Sure. Why not?
It will just mean more plum pudding for you.
Although, by the look of this table, maybe you don't.
Nice. We'll find out who killed Tulkinghorn.
Jane, it's Christmas.
Yes, they need me down in Washington, and I have to beat the snowstorm.
It's coming to me. It's...
My mother died giving birth to me.
Okay, yeah, but stick with me.