Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Not remotely amused.

Besides, we're all waiting on Sir Robert. Come, sir.

Guard it with your life.

I said I'll find you time, sir. Now, get inside.

They said if we scream or shout, then he will slaughter us.

- Werewolf. -I know!

- But it's perfect. -My late husband never thought so.

Now, stop this talk. There can't be an actual wolf.

- Let me see. -It is nothing.

1979! Hell of a year!

Well, they were bald, athletic.

I've got no time to start old arguments.

One, two, three, pull!

Would you like my wife while you're at it?

And that's the charm of a ghost story, isn't it?

He'll shelter us for tonight, then we can reach Balmoral tomorrow.

It was a splinter of wood when the door came apart. It's nothing.

- Not on me, no. -There we are, then. We run.

I have my credentials, if I may?

We'd better get moving. It's almost nightfall.

Your companion begs an apology, Doctor. Her clothing has somewhat delayed her.

And you, Sir Robert. You're a traitor to the Crown.

it would be an abuse of my privilege as a traveller in time.

Powerful stuff, mistletoe, bursting with lectins and viscotoxins.

The Queen, the crown, the throne, you name it.