Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They're just a wee bit late with the headstone.
Naturally. It's much too dangerous
Meanwhile, I'll write her name over there on the blackboard.
♪ To the north country
Well, thank you for your help.
Mr MacGreagor,
[Giggles]
"this do in remembrance of me."
Bashfords 50 oh Jesus Christ
Oh, sorry.
to jump through the fire with your clothes on.
♪ And she says
You are the Goddess of Love in human form
Accept our offering!
Is that the girl?
And, believe me, Miss Rose, that is a promise.
"'Primitive man lived and died by his harvest.
The poor wee lassie's navel string, of course.
♪ "Oh, sure, My kettle hath much need
Where are the other coppers?
Oh, what is all this?
[Giggling]
♪ One time I had a hundred sheep
[May] Why, Sergeant, I thought you'd gone back.
And ye shall all die...
I need to get to my plane.
I don't know. I don't know anything about her. Nothing.
[Willow] He's asleep.
♪ Please come
The best way of accomplishing this, so it seemed to him,
Hello, sir! Have you lost your bearings?
But forgive me. I must get back to my girls. Good morning to you.
[Doorbell tinkles]
I'm engaged to be married.
No, well, I can't say I'm very surprised.
It is our most earnest belief that the best way of preventing this
- All right, then, anybody. - [All] Phallic symbol.
Cheer up! Cyber security isn't everything in life you know.
Dear God in Heaven, even these people can't be that mad.
[Quiet descends]
You could maybe get old Sam there to row you to the mainland.
The game's over.
It's rather humdrum work, I'm afraid.
And it's Rowan. Rowan and the crops failed!
♪ A bed... ♪
There will be no traces. Bring him up, Oak.
♪ And a fine, fine tree was he
- Look, Mummy, I'm drawing a hare. - Ah.
as promised to us by Our Lord, Jesus Christ.
[indistinct voices]
♪ Fire seed and fire feed and make the baby grow
- Did you know her? - Yes, of course.
♪ Corn rigs and barley rigs
I don't need it.
That's it.
Come.
Yes.
"'played by the community leader or priest.
♪ Take the flame inside you Burn and burn belay
I found that in Rowan Morrison's grave.
I need to get to my plane.
All in good time. We, too, have our own particularities.
♪ Oh, nothing can delight so
resurrection, if you like.
"Poor old thing"?
Now, those children out there,
[Summerisle] Everyone must go through, MacGreagor.
[Girls giggle]
as the right kind of adult.