Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What's going on, Bree?

it was doomed from the start.

I'm just saying,

How was your date?

Tell her I love her.

Because of you.

At the witch trial,

Not what I think?

so I choose the battlefield.

Keep that up and I might just lash out at you after all.

never has their child?

Tall fellow, wasn't he?

Not to mention, he has a lovely physique.

And I loved him very much.

No. Then I will stay here with you.

and I think she said your father had lost his temper

the Lord who had risen from the dead...

The Reverend adopted me

No te preocupes el examen va a estar facil

Claire, Claire, they're ready.

With good reason.

I swore I'd never set foot

I'd have torn out my one good eye,

- Uh, just so long as we're no bother. - I'll fetch your bags from the car.

I kent you were a traitor

if I'd have gone to the stake with Geillis,

who would lead a man by the cock to his doom,

It was used by the British as a command post and prison,

for many generations.

I knew ye belonged here with me,

four miles out.

so I beg you, Claire...

your bonny little lass...

Oxford. Impressive.

if you wouldn't mind getting a bit grubby.

or she read about someone

Your hair, your mannerisms.

An old Scottish custom.

I'm no afraid to die, Sassenach.

Various Murrays, it seems.

Is it possible to do a genealogical search?

No matter what.

- So was Daddy. - Oh, yes, of course.

but if he does...

I have to go back.

They couldn't have children, so they were given one

that's what I told her.

And if you knew him, you know that he was not one to leave anything to chance,

That's all that matters.

not to draw attention to herself in the past.

I'll give ye two hours,

Final battle of the '45.

Jamie, come to me

That doesn't mean anything.

from the 18th century? What is wrong with you?

cannons, mortars.

then that is my punishment

I will not fail you, milord.

Roger Wakefield.

It takes my breath away...

lockbox on the top shelf of his closet.

I was stunned to learn she believed

Good morning, Mrs. Peel.

Looks like a dragonfly, maybe?

was a hell of a lot more than fucking.

I couldn't sleep, so I helped myself to a dram.