Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's a wonderful idea, Tom. I'm ashamed it wasn't mine.

All right. If Mrs Patmore agrees.

Well, there's a late showing tonight, 10:30, for local servants. What about it?

- Mr Carson, might I have a word? - Well, I have to take this up.

Some of them even advertise face creams and cigarettes and the rest of it.

Oh, Mrs Patmore, can you find something for Mr Bates to eat?

Yes, you can go. I will not withdraw my permission.

- Thank God. - Yes. Thank God. And you.

Thomas. Still here, I see.

I'm sorry, Alfred, Mr Carson won't tolerate these sort of shenanigans.

You've been reading those communist newspapers again.

I like the American actors. They've got more you-know-what.

If you don't mind me saying so, you have a narrow view of socialism.

- Here you are, madam. Sir. - I'm a little less pleased.

If you knew he wasn't interested, would that make a difference?

Oh, how can I still be here when all the young have gone to bed?

Oh, leave her alone, you big ninny.

- What was it about? - Oh, just family stuff.

And with a respectable reference, which, of course, you can give her...

What if Mr Carson finds out you knew all along and you never told him?

He can't have expected to stay my valet once Bates was released.

I don't see how you can just sack him. He's done nothing wrong.

Well, obviously the answer to a thousand different questions

What's the matter with you both? You were in a dream all through dinner.

Here's an idea. Let's have lunch tomorrow at Rules.

- You too grand for them, now? - They know that I'm not,

I've had enough of it.

I gather you've trapped poor old Jarvis into a meeting.

I still can't believe I'm here. I keep pinching myself.

What's going on? Have you both been up to something I don't know about?

Oh, Carson. Would you ask Mrs Hughes to meet me in the hall, please?