Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm sorry, Your Majesty, they've got my wife.
I have rewarded you, Sir Doctor,
- For werewolf? -Could be.
And the imagination of it should be applauded.
I don't understand. What's stopping it?
- Who brought this into the kitchen? -Must have been the Brethren.
- Sir Robert. If I am to die here... -Don't say that, Your Majesty.
Yes. Very nice.
Something inside this room.
And her children had the Royal Disease. Maybe she gave them a quick nip.
It must have crawled away to die.
Good job my mum's not here,
And henceforth, I banish you.
- Very wise, ma'am. Very witty. -Slightly witty, perhaps.
- What do we do? -We run.
- Guns. -I need five.
Indeed.
May I introduce Miss Sarah Jane Smith.
How clever was your dad? I love him!
It's gone.
What could be finer?
They're all garlanded in mistletoe and the wolf doesn't attack them.
I don't think I could.
I find myself with more of a taste for supernatural fiction.
I dub thee Dame Rose of the Powell Estate.
Property of the Crown. You will dismiss any further thoughts, sir.
and how much longer you may survive this terrible life.
Your husband's sacrifice, the ingenuity of his father,
Then your wife will suffer the consequences.
- Is that it? -You got any silver bullets?
His father's research and your husband, ma'am.
What planet are you from?
Yeah, any chance you could hurry up?
Queen Victoria actually did suffer a mutation of the blood.