Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What, perchance,
If Lady Danbury is to be believed, this one was a favorite of my mother's.
You are a meddlesome little wench,
I was hoping to see you today.
Stop calling me that.
That is because, like all of these paintings,
-I seem to have done it, Bridgerton. -Done what?
Look at the children, then. Go on.
I should think it an odd choice of color for me.
It's much too cold.
The ice flavors here are divine, yes, but, well, perhaps the two of us--
Find a young lady to act impressed.
Watch as Miss Cowper lowers her eyes.
How wonderful, Lord Tompkins.
You are the viscount.
You cannot fault me for being doubtful of your intentions.
of deciding the bounds of my own propriety.
[aria singing continues]
-Your vindictiveness is noted-- -The duke has not called on me.
serene.
and then allow her fan to slowly sweep across her bosom
I have acquired two more since.
We were never friends.
We have done what is right and what is best,
I wish to leave. Do what you must to expedite matters.
[Daphne plays piano slowly]
[chuckles ironically] Though I must say,
on my face all day.
Miss Mary Egglesfield. She's meant to be quite the reader.
The Duke of Hastings, I hear,
He is here to tell every lady the very same thing.
[Marina wails]
cressida Swooned
-Thank you. -Okay.
[townsfolk chattering]
-[Granville] Hmm. -Mr. Granville, I--
It is a lovely heirloom.
Miss Thompson, how lovely to see you back with us.
Restraint is not among Lord Featherington's skills.
Lord Hardy was asking about you at White's last night.
Are you sure there are no gentlemen lingering about the gallery?
[horse neighs]
-Before I corrupt you any further-- -Corrupt me?
One diamond in particular seems quite immune…
No. It will be straight home tonight, instead.
You say that as if reading were a bad thing.
Make certain you place the letters just the way we found them
First thing in the morning,
my mother will reside with me and my new bride.
Indeed, I can.
Are we not attending the ball this evening?
Not one sibling.
And more's your good fortune.
You have no idea what it--
I was wondering if you might do me the honor of a dance tonight.
and I have not yet spoken to a soul…
Leave me be, Rose.
Now she will look up at him, ever so quickly,
-Are you spying on me now? -[chuckles]
So, tell me, my lord, do you prefer the city or the country?
it would seem our efforts were not in vain.
on English shores.
It would be an honor, Your Highness.
Would you like to join me?
-Well, I certainly cannot tell you. -Why not?