Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- and he's got such lovely teeth. - He's not for you, Daisy.
- Yeah. - Thank you.
- And what about you, Mr Bates? - I don't see why not.
- Your father loves you very much. - He wouldn't fight for me, though.
Where's Thomas?
When I've ruined myself, I must have a powerful protector to hide behind.
Leave him alone, Mother.
I could have told you that.
Yakka dee! Bed. How it's made? Fur coats.
Leave me alone, Mr Bates. I know you mean well, but let me be.
Haven't you heard? I don't have a heart. Everyone knows that.
Lfyou'll excuse me, I'm going to bed. I've rather a headache.
Daisy, what do you think he looks like?
You mustn't let Thomas get you down.
Good evening, everyone.
He felt tired after he put Lady Grantham into the car.
In a way, this latest business has forced me to recognise
just because nobody's investigated properly.
Think about it carefully.
Thank you.
He seems a bright spark after poor old Taylor.
I must go.
They won't notice ifyou vanish for a couple of hours.
- Really, ma'am... - I insist.
Just a man thrust into something he never wanted or envisaged.
- Find anything? - I did.
She died three years ago.
Why does every day Involve a fight with an American?
But what... What happens when you retire?
Nor can Mary accuse you of making trouble,
- I can easily find what I need. - Well, I...
- What happened? - Nothing. It doesn't matter.
Stop flannelling and get on, before I betray you to Mr Carson.
What would I want to ask you?
But I'm not that farm girl any more.
All right, I will.
I've changed, Mr Carson.
And why would he be?
I'm going to stop here at the pub, until I hear from you.
Are you beginning to see a future here, then?
The entail's unbreakable. Mary cannot inherit.
Elsie?
Oh, go home, William, ifyou're going to be such a spoilsport.
You'd better come. Mrs Patmore's on the rampage.
So women's rights begin at home? I see.