Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You mean the Queen ain't gonna feed me to the bee feeders?
Pardon me, chaps.
Oh, I do feel you should investigate the situation, Mr. Clapper.
Britney ever become a brain surgeon, did not you?
How do you like my castle dress?
Excuse me, Miss Jane, but I reckon you'd be wanting to wear this on the plane.
I ain't going if I can't go like royalty.
Beautiful.
Now, put your feet up.
You get in there.
Bye.
Where is he?
That's what I'm raving about.
But, Uncle Jed, it's true.
You go along as a oaf.
Miss Newton-Berry, my royal maid.
She ain't blood kin to you like Ellie and me, but that makes her a vassal.
Head Barlet to His Majesty the Earl of Clampton.
Thank you.
I could never expect... Didn't you tell me your ancestors were English?
Oh, go on.
We's all one big royal family.
Yes, ma'am.
You belong in the castle.
The girl is my royal cousin.
But what if your wife doesn't want to go?
Dress up proper, like us.