Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...but you, Marie Thérèse, shall be mine.
Are you feeling better now? Are you feeling better, Camille?
Oh, look at those little things. Hello!
I know. My stomach feels a little bit sick.
You are adorable.
...that the bride retain nothing belonging to a foreign court.
- Or a horse. - Or a horse.
Which sleeve do you like? With ruffles or without?
Oh, Léonard.
- What is it? - The king has fallen ill.
Put it back in his trousers where it belonged.
Your Majesty, the Bastille fortress was stormed by an angry mob.
Can our finances take the strain?
Personally, I can't travel that much myself.
Our queen seems rather fond of looking at Count Fersen.
You must be both.
Du Barry has been complaining to the king that you will not address her.
Partially.
I love these.
All right. I'll get the small trees.
Come along.
That was unnecessary.
Am I to be Austrian or the dauphine of France?
She should buy a new dress, is what she should buy.
Any good fans? That one's pretty.
Happy Birthday
And I can't imagine that's very warm in the bedroom.
She is certainly a daughter of France.
- Hello. - Sweet.
- No, I-- - They're so bossy.
Another one of her exotic fantasies?
(Do) You notice anything strange about me lately?
That's terrible.
There's a mob of hundreds...
May I present Madame la Dauphine, Marie Antoinette.
...and nothing is certain about your place there...
The Americans are asking for help in their revolution.
It's beautiful, very different than France.
Monsieur Léonard.
Well, let's not forget she is an austrian spy
Thank you.
- I wonder if our little doggie is sick. - Feel a little sickly.
Poor little girl.
I think she should go back to her country.
Am I...
What's coming?
And extremely anti-Choiseul.
Here are two.
The comtesse is looking rather dour this evening, don't you think?
What A Nightmare
Madame...
So young, so...
My head is in agony.
Why go to the opera when we can listen to the comtesse here?
Those are my last words to that woman.
All right, then. Send funds to America.
The French can be fickle...
The problem of the debt is grave, Your Majesty.
Look at her hands.
Madame, you have fulfilled our wishes and those of France.
Her husband's a thief, and he bought her title.