Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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