Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Do you really think so?
Congratulations.
- You speak of peace. WOMAN 1: Yeah.
Sit.
I shall show them what we are.
JULIA: No, it's brilliant.
But...
WILLIE: Don't worry, Mr. B.
MAN 1: Morning, Angie! BOY: Hi, Angie!
WILLIE: A bitch to dust is what it is.
Hypnotizing fishermen isn't business acumen, Barnabas.
That was three years ago.
They never understood, we're the same.
A place where I could feel at home again.
Here...
...but it's a little harder to come by here.
And you brazenly betray that trust.
...I became a vampire...
David, get out!
...cyclical immortality.
Indeed.
You're like a hungry tiger
...and...
So here is the deal:
Your eye.
...to family.
They tried stoning me, my dear.
MAN 1: Maybe we're getting too worked up about this, Angie.
A werewolf.
How dare you defile my manor with your noxious...?
Well, Liz...
1972'?
Locked in a box for 200 years!
Do not concern yourself with my methods.
Feel loved again.
- What do you mean? - Didn't you hear?
Welcome home, Barnabas Collins.
What is this?
BARNABAS: Have you ever seen such majesty?
I opened doors for little old ladies
Septembari 21, 1985
Should like to see that little children
One cannot put a price on the restoration of a family's honor.
Release me!
Laura was lost at sea...
However, please know that it is with sincere regret...
Yes, I agree.
BARNABAS: Let me out, I say!
Heh. Do you really think anyone would believe a word you said?
Victoria.
This is your last chance.
There is such a thing as loyalty in our line of work.
WOMAN 3: Yeah.
Well...
...who wins?
[BAND PLAYING BALLAD OF DWIGHT FRY]
Barnabas? Why are you staring into Carolyn's room?
You'll have to imagine us on a better day.
My sweet Victoria.
Let us go.
So, what first, master?
...bear the rotten fruit of our cursed family tree?
But, wait, no.
His name was Barnabas Collins.
We don't even go in the old wing anymore.
...from Firenze, Italia...
Hold it right there.
What have I told you about using that word?
Carolyn. Enough, both of you.
None of the others have made it past a week.
No.
Your house?
We built it with our boats and our nets.
What is your age, if I may?
[MAN GRUNTING]
Now...
Ur?
Oh, boy. Miss Elizabeth's gonna shit a brick.
To offer you a contract.
He's had a rather difficult time accepting her passing.
...in one form or another.
In a straight, white vest
We brought English industry to the wilds of Maine...
During the day? How odd.
With your permission, Elizabeth. Would you excuse us?
I'm willing to call a truce if you'll just take me.
...I'd like you to tell me a few things.
Getting ready for Halloween?
...she was called away on business so suddenly.
...is she not proper?
Surely you do not let them call you Vicky.
Sell to you? Never.
Back when they were rich, rich people.
I have withheld my tender affections...
...lonely.
- That's what they say about us. WOMAN 2: Yeah.
Part of me believes he's a lonely boy looking for comfort.
The people of Collinsport are my worshippers now.
...of freshly hurled chamber pots.