Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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