Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I think we can confidently expect Profumo's resignation any minute.
[man] Is the Prime Minster well, Your Majesty?
[footsteps move away]
[barrister] Civilized society is no longer civilized.
Those whom one imagines to be trustworthy and reliable,
-[banging] -Thank you.
You're the least egalitarian person that I know.
[breathes heavily]
Ah!
We came to see if she was all right.
Um...
You are the essence of my duty.
But because I want to be.
-[shouting] -[groans]
-[Philip] Charles, we're going to look... -[baby cries]
-But you don't deny knowing him? -He treated my neck.
I asked him to come and see me so we could have a frank conversation,
I see.
[Margaret] Come on!
In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost.
[man] Christine Keeler, do you know this man?
Your recent trip to Switzerland, which you claimed was in aid of--
The Prime Minister has asked to see you, ma'am, as a matter of urgency.
[Macmillan] Splendid day. Rather successful, I would say.
I don't...
As you can see, I, uh... I dabble.
Duchess of Fife.
which is handy, because I'm told I leave a terrible impression wherever I go.
[Margaret] Oh, I see.
To go on.
-Did Boothby laugh? -Who said anything about Boothby?
-[gunshots] -[dogs barking]
-Here you are. -The idea was to be alone.
[gunshot]
-That isn't you? -Don't be ridiculous.
-This needs to be seen by a professional. -Don't be so bloody wet.
Banging and hammering and drilling,
-[man] This way. -[man 2] Mr. Ward!
Of course.
-[Elizabeth] Where? -St. Moritz.
Ah.
The whole ghastly relentlessness of it all.
Of?
The doctors told me that the tumor was benign.
[audience continues laughing]
[choirboys sing] ♪ Amen ♪
No sense dragging things out.
Prostitution, promiscuity, perversion.