Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I hope I hear about it before the end of the day.
He's gone and I'm going to have to make it all work or I've had it.
If Branson is watering down his revolutionary fervour, let us give thanks.
- I've got a good mind to... - Uh-uh. Don't do anything you'll regret.
But if, as her Ladyship suggests, she can get a job far away from here...
- Not if you think it's so important. - How did you get on in London?
It seems an odd mistake to make.
- Oh, if that's how you want to play it. - What are you going on about?
Have you got any plans, Mr Bates?
- What do you think, Tom? - I agree with Matthew.
- You're not encouraging this? - She hasn't agreed to anything yet.
It's not against the law to hope, is it?
What did you say?
- Well, I love you. - If you do, you're on your own.
Granny feels that for Ethel's sake she should move elsewhere.
Oh, and how about Ivy Close in The Worldlings?
Has Branson said anything more about moving out?
A little. My grandfather was a sheep farmer in Ireland.
So says the Marxist.
but if we miss this chance, it may not come again.
There's no need to bark. I only know what Alfred tells me.
And he'll be furious if he finds out you knew and you said nothing.
Oh, dear. It sounds like you're hiding a romantic secret.
Perhaps one with the grandfather holding the baby?
- I don't think that'll be necessary. - Oh! He's back!
- Very good, Mr Carson. - The world can be a shocking place, Alfred.
My auntie says he might have been faking his anger because I walked in,
Human nature's a funny business, isn't it?
I think one must fight for one's beliefs.
No, but I question his plans for the employees and tenants in order to achieve it.
No. He started yelling at Thomas as soon as I walked in.
So, are you saying that James is the innocent party in all this?
- And your mum and dad? - Dead.
Tom doesn't want me there and I wouldn't know what to do.
We were travelling back from Scotland to London
Sleep well and dream of large women
- Welcome back, Mr Bates. - Thank you, Daisy.
No, Mrs Hughes. For once, I will hold my tongue.
- I suppose I'll have to. - What's this?
Mr Carson may prefer Alfred, but nobody else does.
The editor's written back, repeating his offer. He asks if I'm ever in London.
Of course we have beer. We must have some somewhere. Carson?
Although I'm quite sure it won't come to that.
and touched all of us by association.
That and some ritual humiliation.
Because of all there is between us.
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