Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, no, I-I didn't, but…

And that doesn't happen often, not to me.

But you'll be fine, won't you?

-[Rebecca sighs] -Okay.

Oh, my gosh, I need to get up.

[closing music playing]

Anything, really.

Rather that was you curled up there?

[man] Little hair of the dog…

If I didn't hire you, I'd be the nanny, too.

She's always lighting and forgetting 'em.

-You're… -No, no, no.

Oh, God, that's amazing.

[menacing music playing]

I know why so many people mix up love and possession…

If truth be told, I haven't slept well for days.

I'm all finished.

It was warm, it was right.

-I'm so sorry. -[Peter] They're fine. They're fine.

Do you trust me?

A taste, then a smile.

[chuckles softly]

don't feel bad.

Owen, apparently, you're cooking for seven again tonight.

I'm Peter Quint. I work with Henry.

He-- he… He didn't. You misunderstand.

Of course it does.

-They know who he is. -Oh, I remember Quint, all right.

if you mix all the colors in the world together,

Are they all right?

and you're probably all right.

Henry said this was yours, if you want it.

Because, once it was done,

It's a little piece of him.

Attention, please!

[thunder rumbling]

Well, you always come to mine.

-[sighs] -But they can wait.

What have I gotten myself into, exactly?

You went to SOAS?

Uh, children, why don't you go upstairs, please?

Do you understand me?

…now you have their wife or child fetching for you.

They laughed at him.

I mean, your references, they're impeccable.

♪ This tainted love you've given ♪

Go on, try it on!

[scoffs] Oh, yes, I know that very well, Peter.

Thank Christ, Peter Quint to the rescue. [clears throat]

Quint drained one of Mr. Wingrave's bank accounts last year.

Let's take them one at a time.