Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't believe this is Branson's fault. Truly, Papa.
He's nervous. He thinks I'm planning to tell Mr Carson about the wine.
But I also know if anything happens to you, Branson will lose his place.
No, indeed. But I have been away.
Mmm.
I'd do anything for you.
Lfyou'd like me to leave...
- I shouldn't have bothered you. - No. You weren't to know.
Bellini, Puccini, Rossini. I'm not up to anything complicated.
- I had a letter and she never said. - Oh, I'm sure it's nothing.
I am, rather.
I have to park the car! Don't move. Stay where you are!
Well, a person he admires, and it isn't very nice.
Couldn't you? I could.
What's it to you?
Robert, believe me, Sybil is not your problem.
He's found out something about...
I thought so.
Oh, it's not that. I'll get to the bottom ofthat.
- Your ladyship, do you have a moment? - Ofcourse.
I was working late.
- My horse is lame. - I could have a look at him.
Are you pleased with yourself?
Is it absolutely necessary?
I may have seen him coming out ofthe cellar.
Ofcourse it was terribly wrong. It was all terribly wrong.
We can't have him assassinated,
Well, I said to...
But there was quite a brouhaha.
Ambition or dream?
- Yes. - Thank the Lord he was there.
It's not quite what I meant.
She reads too many novels.
I told Branson to take Sybil.
Yes.
Silly chump.
Oh, I should hope not.
Yes, Mr Carson.
Her ladyship's not best pleased at being told off in public.
I may be a Socialist but I'm not a lunatic.