Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What are you doing here?

[Peter whistling "O Willow Waly"]

[phone ringing]

Ay, you're right.

I wandered and mewed,

Or maybe he misses her.

Hello, my name is Flora.

[sighs] The nanny.

-It needs more strawberry. -[Miles] Lemon.

♪ Run away I've got to ♪

Astor's, Bryce's, Gray's of Norfolk. People like that get to know you,

So, what? He's stalking a dead woman?

-You know that I can have-- -What? Have me fired?

-They're friends. -[Rebecca chuckles]

You wanted people to take you seriously.

-[Flora] That would be splendid. -A sleepover. That would be fun.

Growing up where I did,

Not a solicitor.

Do you know what life is really all about, Miles?

I just read about your win

So, these are for you, Flora.

You know, it's…

Do-- do you need a minute?

She talks about it all the time.

My skin's crawling thinking he might be out there.

[sighs] I mean, their parents didn't come home.

Just don't burn the house down, please.

and always followed the smell of apples because maybe that meant I'd find my mum.

Make you do some really stupid shit.

Figured he'd be half a world away, on a beach somewhere.

I still don't understand, though.

So, um, that's it?

Well, there's nothing physically wrong with them,

They bounce back fast, these two.

♪ And that's not nearly all ♪

It needs something. Strawberry or lemon?

Yarn of a tale.

[both breathing heavily]

He said, "Keep me posted."

it was purr-fectly splendid.

They've been at it again.

Hannah says his name is Peter Quint.

Look, just hold that thought, okay?

Have you been in the wine cellar?

So, you took a different route?

For horses, it's carrots.

No one before noon.

…she never does.