Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-What is the name of it? -It does not have a name.

I am here because I miss you! [panting]

newly recovered from her mysterious illness

in order to conduct my affairs in peace whilst remaining in London.

We all start somewhere.

Quite dull, would you not agree?

It must be from Sir George. He has written back to you.

After I marry, in fact,

Someone is angling for a promotion in rank.

Cressida would never have a hope with the prince if your Daphne went for him.

for her suitor to discuss such things with a lady.

Delightful to see you.

[Simon] Forever charmed by her submission.

She writes very good

and yet she must hide away and publish under a false name.

come up with a name for it, at least.

I do wonder why the piece was not skyed with the other daubs.

to know that you are only here because you are jealous.

You never see things from my perspective.

You can take your reading outside.

[sighs] I must confess,

-Marina has been in here for ages, Mama! -Out. Out.

Oh, it is quite exact, ma'am.

If you have designs upon the girl and wish to marry her,

How do you mean?

I thought you and I were friends.

How long does it take for a letter to arrive from Spain?

would ever sway me to change my mind.

-[dice rattling] -[Anthony] Here we go. Come on.

Sometimes I think on the meaning of the words I sing.

but I shall find an arrangement with another gentleman soon enough.

I say good for the young lady.

My affairs are no longer your concern, sir,

Oh! Enough! I beg of you.

there must be other things that hold the troop together.

of the queen's ever-so-cherished crown jewels themselves.

[crowd gasps loudly]

Of course. You will look perfect.

It does not matter.

[Rose] Miss? Miss?

I meant no such thing.

[Lady Danbury chuckling]

[gasps lightly]

This one is intimate.

You're a man, therefore you have everything.

-Is my general ready for battle? -I was born ready.

I have accepted the invitation.

and I would never forgive you your carelessness.

You diabolical… How could you let me rattle on like that?

-[Featherington sighs] -You cannot hide me away forever.

[Siena panting]

Can I ask you a question, Brother?

[Lady Whistledown] I have always thought