Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-No, I started it. -I know.
think I need to be there.
-(AUDIENCE CLAMORING) -Either I am here for a reason,
-Thief: Aah! -(thwacks)
among the afflicted?
A few women pulling parlor tricks--
(crowd exclaiming)
(speaks foreign languages)
I should be thrilled to excise the word "nice."
(voices, music crescendo)
Well, at least we can rule out
You look very fine.
They're absurd.
Here, first thing tomorrow. Put word on the street.
Like the finger of God gave a few of us a little poke.
-(whooshes) -(explosion)
Scotland Yard has their Special Detail to catch her.
You just have to relax.
-He looked right at me. -Yes. Well...
HUGO SWANN: The Touched are the future.
(clears throat) You know Lavinia's charity endeavor?
An automated motor-carriage, designed to your specifications.
It's all the same when it slithers.
(singing continues)
All: Contra hostes omnes.
What women are appalled by today,
the elite of society en masse,
These are respectable men.
We... (sniffles) have some time.
-The great inventress. -Oh, I'm not great.
I belong here.
(grunting, thwacking)
Da! The lady did a wrestle!
Amalia: I don't think she's the first.
And you, um, y-you have the charity, The Orphanage.
You're mad enough to make this worth it.
I think they're here as a Greek chorus to your distemper.
I gave up being choosy.
Not right away. We have time.
No?
(horse whinnies)
for the southern line, but it got scrapped.
Spewing out his foulness,
Dr. Beldon: I suppose we all know the sort of terms he means.
At The Ferryman's? No. Hugo, no. Please. I--
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PIP TORRENS: For him, the way things are
right before the prison scene.
It's taken me down some, uh, some random paths,
-and-- -And...
Mal-Maladie. Isn't she one of them?
(sighs) They're wonderful.
-caused by electricity. -(Massen clears throat)
And when she puts on her makeup, we literally go...
Just let me have the girl.
-Those acrobats. -Mr. Haplisch: What?
Take the fucking champagne, Frank.
It's mad. Primrose, you got to see.
Foreman: We get any further behind, I'll pluck the lot of ya!
We can't outrun them. We're going to have to change it out.
What possible benefit in replacing it with "employees"?
-Your overstep the mark, Massen. -This was designed
-Larks are not at all as soc-- -Hugo: Not at all as social.
(chokes, coughs)
Is no one going to say "thank you"?
You cannot get that man into a bath.
(yelling, screaming)
(firing)
And yours?
Heads down!
(coughing)
(neck cracking)
from the widow who runs the affair.
Must we fight a war over words?
There we go. (LAUGHS)
(indistinct chatter)
Mary. Brighton, they said.
Not like with the innkeeper.
Trouble?
-Plus, you don't mind when people are odd. -(groans)
These mates brung the torches in.
-He's perfect. -For what?
Endure someone flirting with you.
That's fuckin' amazing.