Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Her Ladyship's already in the drawing room.

Who will groan first when they see it, Granny or Papa?

Nothing succeeds like excess.

I speak of taste, rather than law.

Well, I can think of someone who's got plenty of tin.

- We can't just give up. - Certainly not.

And then there's expense.

I don't think he understands at all. He just doesn't want to beg.

Don't ever threaten me.

- We're still going to ask. - What are you so afraid of?

Is everything all right?

I'm afraid I probably do.

- It seems they may have to sell. - What?

No. I dare say not.

Ooh, she ate it, then. I'm never sure about Americans and offal.

"And it doesn't matter that she's fast,"

You're very smart in your new valet's outfit.

- Why do you like that American girl? - Steady. Who says I do?

It seems rather shocking for Anna to have to find me en déshabillé.

Then I'll just wait outside until he does.

Has Mr Matthew complained?

- Oops. - Mrs Levinson knows you make fun of her.

But how? What can we do?

- Just how long is she here for? - Who knows?

I'm not sure we'd put it that way.

It'd be kinder to Alfred in the long run.

You're not feeling ill or tired?

But keep it to yourself. I don't want to give away all my secrets.

Then why do you shove me away?

But if they have to get a death certificate out of the Indian authorities

She looks as if she'll bury us all. No, we must act now.

Yes! Now, I know what we need. Does anyone here play the piano?

- Anywhere? - Anywhere, all over the house.

The chimney isn't drawing properly. This oven's not hot enough.

And then we try to find them alternative employment.

Yes, Mrs Crawley, I do.

I speak of taste, rather than law.

I should prefer it.

It's not just my arm.

Ask Mr Molesley to join us.

but quite enough of my father's money has already been poured into Downton.

If we sell, we move to a smaller house and a more modest estate.

Why Downton matters. Why it mustn't be allowed to fall apart.

why do you insist on treating me like a child?

whose natural habitat is gradually being destroyed.

I speak of taste, rather than law.

Bring anything back you think a human being could swallow.

You'd say if anything was wrong, wouldn't you?

not once but twice.

Would you like me to say something to Lady Grantham?

- Now, I don't mean to interfere, but... - Don't you?

Well, it is. There must be a block in the flue.

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