Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, you cannot give it to her.
Why me? What about Larry and Leslie?
I'm beginning to think that might have been a stupid idea.
- You want a lift? - No, no, I'm fine, thank you.
So he's a different Kosti.
Do you think you might have something for her, helping you and Dr Petridis?
Oh, Theo, I've got a job, as lady's companion to Countess Mavrodaki.
Of course I won't. You want supper, don't you? - Oh, darling.
- Er, three years. - Three years.
Mm. You're right. You're right. And Gerry's very sensible.
- What have you got there? - A gift from the countess.
The sodden coat clumped round her like moss on grizzled trellis.
Later. - Later! You ever want a taxi, I'll make sure you get it later.
Hm. See?
Sorry to hear about your girlfriend, Les.
No.
I have a job!
Oh, hello, Leslie.
- Thank God, food. - Uh-uh. It's for Alexia.
Yes, I think Margo is going to be a survivor.
Oh, you're so sweet.
Why is everyone so obsessed with Sven?
I was fine, but Gerry was only interested in anything with four legs or scales, hence the goldfish.
No, I was just... getting some shade.
Hello. Leslie Durrell. I don't care, but who are you?
I'm like a Greek Agatha Christie.
who's clearly as keen on creatures as Gerry, so he's a nice friend for him.
- Where you going? - Um, just into town, please, Spiro.
- They're beetles made of dung. - They're not made of it. They live on it.
- Why is he in jail? - He didn't want to say.
He won a prize but it was too heavy to carry here.
Well, you're a breath of fresh air.
I'm not very good at filing and everyone's so unwell.