Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now, luncheon.
Well, you are now my official taster.
Er, the butler said that in the country
Power must be seen to come from me.
Why? Because these people like the Giffards
Affairs? Let Albert do them for you.
Apparently she still is.
No, what I would prefer, Victoria,
As we are presently unencumbered by other guests,
Just be your charming self. They will adore you.
No.
My Lord. This is my private time.
I do not promote the Prince. The man is a menace and a boor.
Let him do everything for you.
The Lord Chamberlain, Your Majesty.
Hallelujah
Well, she is "indisposed" out of her mouth.
Because you may find that the people of, for instance, Staffordshire,
The Queen has requested a dish of bacon and peas.
Hallelujah
It's wonderful.
Oh, Lord.
It is too silly of us to expect you to remain at table.
A dark coat. Brown boots. Tall hat.
If you wish to make farmyard noises,
Regulator controls the motion.
Wellington's not too old to take the reins, you know.
Alas, I do not hunt.
You're in the wrong job, Miss Skerrett.
Is it safe to announce?
A little wrigglepants, ma'am.
I wish I could endure it for you. But, Victoria, listen to me. Listen...
My dear, I did not want to wake you.
It eliminates nausea.
Oh, dearest Lehzen.
You count as alone.
I've work to do.
..of her generation.
the Prince must sing as he's being undressed.