Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh! [chuckles]
I still love him.
Uh, and it isn't.
No, honesty is never that.
-You are Hannah Grose. -Yes.
And in its taste confounds the appetite.
I mean, we think we have it trapped in our memories, but…
That's kind of what dementia is, isn't it?
What?
[Owen, slurring] Any of us could die at any moment.
setting in…
[ominous music playing]
-Miles. -No.
From the lake.
before we really know it.
You can't.
The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness.
The only thing the English care about is class.
And it's such a shame…
Oh, I'm so sorry, I was, um…
I suppose I learned a lot on this.
Rebecca.
Uh, sorry, will you, uh…
Our moments are supposed to be like…
Something quite small. Not-Not a mouse, mind. Um…
-I didn't. -Becs, I… [sighs]
joe mam
[fire crackling]
Well, I'm… I'm far more comfortable on the other side of the table.
Denial.
Any of us could die, at any moment.
You know… [clears throat]
[Owen] Are you Hannah?
You be ready to go.
Hm.
You can play with Uncle Peter later.
learning a lot about being alive.
Miles is ten, Flora is eight.
Funny thing about cleaning a house for years.
Miles!
-Oh, Miles is a good boy. -Huh.
Oi!
Come here.
It's okay.
I don't know how long that will, um…
They're like…
There's them, and then there's us, Hannah.
Christ, the state of you.
All right.
Little boys can be very cruel.
You're at Bly.